In the process of ridding my mustache of white
To pluck as many and bring black to sight
I had dug too many holes on that stretch
To present the mirror with a perfect wretch!
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'But the story here didn’t come to a close It yielded love’s another sweet disguise Whole day I smelled her eyes in my nose A strand of my mustache she bore in her eyes! Nice and sweet! :)
Great story you tell here. I'll be smiling all day!