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By T.A.H.   

Women are like flowers.
We all start out beautiful,
with our petals that blossom into maturity.
But what will happen when I start to wilt?
Will you still decorate your life with me?

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I was in the coffee shop when I heard a woman talking on the phone about how worried she was to turn 30. She droned on about her crow's feet and every fine line she carried on her face.