Trade Places

 I want to change places. I want to do it now, as clearly my age shows. I want to look like I did when I was younger. I want to have a spring in my step.  I loved it when folks stopped talking when I walked in the room and valued me.  Transport me to another body, one with less years!

I’d enjoy being catered to and getting special things simply because I am loved.   I want to be able to have my hair and nails done regularly.  I want loved on again! 

                                                            Yes, I want to be my dog!

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