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I need a retractable bosom. I'm ready to leave for church, I stop to check my hair in the mirror and My eyes zero in on a long wet streak down the front of my dress... Coffee! My friend calls, "Are you about ready to leave?" "Yeah, heading towards the door -- see you in five." As I graba my keys my gaze drops past my chin to the shelf below where evidence of my colorful breakfast clings to my tee... How manay times in a day, does gravaity win its duel with my mouth [when my foot isn't in it ? Ah, maybe a retractable is not the answer... I see One who has none, on that tummy bulging farther down, decorations of catsup, or chocolate ice cream shows its grimy grunge when worn instead of eaten. |
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