Without shaving, I always felt less clean,
wasn't the case...know what I mean?
Shall allow to sproutingly spread - grow,
the hindrence only: the passport's show!
Had entirely forgotten that real aspect...
but Rosemary alerted me to the prospect.
What's to do now...simply must shave off,
m' appearance matters little, I truly scoff.
Anyway...Barra's one of home's islands ~
passport will not be travel's demands!
Gleth math!
5.1.16
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Author:
Ewenart (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2016 06:45
- Category: Humor
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