Post by Yellie on Feb 21, 2003 15:09:41 GMT -5
One day a lump is in her hand, underneath the soft, soft breast.
She is in the street,
her body is old, her eyes, raging beauty,
She is fading away, fading away,
She never had a cent, and the once she had she gave away, now all she can do is pray.
One day the lump is under her finger, beneath the soft, soft breast, and she is fading away, your wife, your daughter, your sister your mother.
Please, click on the link so that the breast cancer site, can meat their daily quota to donate at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman.
www.thebreastcancersite.com www.thebreastcancersite.com
She is in the street,
her body is old, her eyes, raging beauty,
She is fading away, fading away,
She never had a cent, and the once she had she gave away, now all she can do is pray.
One day the lump is under her finger, beneath the soft, soft breast, and she is fading away, your wife, your daughter, your sister your mother.
Please, click on the link so that the breast cancer site, can meat their daily quota to donate at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman.
www.thebreastcancersite.com www.thebreastcancersite.com