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Whiskey nose, baggy eyes
Furrowed brow and ruddy cheeks
Wistful look on wasted face
Oh, the many years this face bespeaks
Lines laid down by life's stern pen
A story writ by time and then:
Revised and rewritten o'er and o'er again
‘Pon living parchment of brow and cheeks
A living tome of life and time
From mother's milk to summer's wine
In living lines…Aye, a book
…is this face of mine…
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