Look at my face.
What do you see?
It’s cracked with life,
times gift to me.
My teeth are unpearly,
my hair’s worn quite rough,
unruly’s the body,
feet corned and tough.
And what of my spirit?
It’s stong and it’s true.
We’ve had many crisis’
but I’m still here with you.
Sally Plumb
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