Wintery Whiskers. - Poem by Michael Gale
The Wintery whiskers askewd to face...
Provides real warmth during Winter's frozen grace.
These hairs disguise to old...
Grayly lit, not be bold.
Age'd days in years survived...
Wisdom's rays, are mine, surmised.
Many choices, mostly-mistaken.
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