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My Face

By , Washougal, WA
My face my face,
It’s not who I am.
My face my face,
I look like the fam.

My face my face,
Is purely flesh.
My face my face,
Is still just fresh.

My face my face,
Will grow old.
My face my face,
It’s what I’m told.

My face my face,
Is only a cover.
My face my face,
The same as my brother.

My face my face,
Will not matter.
My face my face,
It is the latter.

My face my face,
Is always getting old.
My face my face,
Will not be with me on streets of gold.





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