Within a magazine
I saw high heels and blue
jeans
Smiles as you please
Boots upon some knees
They smiled until it
hurt
They grinned until it’s
sore
They laughed upon the
click
Until the photo was
finished
Groups stood arm in arm
With toothpaste and with
charm
Unable to discern
They tried until they
failed
They cried until it’s
bleak
They held on to the last
Until the age was
breached
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