A lass begins buxom, and a lad burly –
But given time they will all surely turn surly.
Waistbands migrate to pits;
From Fruit Loops to grits;
From up-all-nights to early-rise days;
From blondes and browns to shades of Grays.
Cradle to grave, life is a journey –
End to end, gurney to gurney.

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