for Sis.A Poem by h d e rushin
Historically, nightingale bird droppings were used by geisha's to whiten the skin marred by the overuse of makeup. Today, human placenta facials, when applied as directed, will wipe years off you're existence; yes, even those hours spent weeping in the car after heartache in the half-light, chain smoking till the moon and doom had disappeared. Even the laugh lines, like aqueducts to a Chinese city, long as a great wall could be made soft. The stressed out woman in New York said she reclined to the aroma of camellia, lavender and rose and even the poop smelled of toasted rice. With the warning, of course, that for optimum results, for true beauty like Helen of Sparta,
not any old, Central Park bird s**t will do. © 2013 h d e rushinReviews
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