CHALLENGE:
Write a poem about ageing.

It was supposed to be together but neh they don't match.
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I am not being pusshy am I.

ONE: AGE OF PRIME
I am sweet,
Not because I love sweets,
But because I am sixteen,
So happy sweet sixteen to me.

TWO: AGEING
Today maturity moves with age,
Soaring and picking me as bait,
I am leaving my previous age with rage,
Trying to look for the gain.

OK shout out to my wonderful reader who took time to make me update my book love you .