If I want to make a face,
I have to circle its base.
One line, I draw,
And the beginning I show.
Two points, for, two large eyes,
That can see all the guys.
Two more lines in a hook,
So a nose, can give a face, its look.
One curve line, on its back,
Puts on your face, a jet black.
What more, do I have to draw?
Oh, yes,
Two cheeks,
With smilling wrinkles!
And now, at the end…..
I WISH, YOU BE MY FRIEND!
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