It was in nineteenfiftyfive, <br />For twelve long years I'd been alive. <br />I see as well the CAVEAT, <br />have donned my wise poetic hat <br />and all be told, from shore to shore, <br />a woman glows at forty-four. <br />And pretty Gina, sixty one <br />is still a tease and lots of fun. <br />She read my English poem 'She', <br />and cocked her dimples: 'Oh, I see'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-on-gina/
