A beard grows form our nose to our toes, in it past life
One's past on one's face is no disgrace but remnants of joy and strife
Life or hair treated with care tells who we are
Hairs like feathered plume if it we groom seldom looks bizarre
If each strand we understand it becomes not a mask
Hair on your chin is no sin would you take Jesus to task?
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 25th, 2025 03:07
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