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Isn't it yet high time..convincing..
Grey hair hidden under my scarf
Face no longer smooth as a silk
Little wrinkles plowed forehead and creased
along the cheek..a groove..
Cracked teeth, rotting, nearly diseased
Curves recoiled and wiped out by the extra meat
Menstrual cycle soon will be stopped
And no kids my womb will be able to bear,Darling !
Isn’t it yet high time..convincing.. to come to ask my dad for my hand??