Different faces, different races
Different hopes with different paces
Some have hearts ensnared with laces
Others ruling high with maces
Even when you play your aces
Get yourself off people's cases
Some are wandering off to places
Living life devoid of traces
Lacking braces, needing spaces
And some others speaking phrases
Mending hearts receiving praises
You can see them in their chases
Big and small they all with faces
Showing Life in different phases.
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