Childhood
Years ago,
back in elementary school,
When bedtime was eight,
and Britney Spears ruled,
I stole my mom's razor to shave my legs bare.
I hardly had peach fuzz,
but I didn't care.
I developed a crush on every teen boy.
But now they just make me rather annoyed.
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