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Sometimes Make-up is Good.

Out of her cave you see her crawl,
That monstrous face; no make-up at all.
Her putrid skin is red and cracked,
It’s easy to see where acne attacked.
Her blood-shot eyes are muddy- brown.
And one of them just rolls around.
Her hair is red, it’s limp, it’s dead,
And if it snows, she’s just scratching her head.

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