Let me love your imperfections
(That suggest I've chance to win.)
Makeup, jewels, fancy hairdos
Cover multitudes of sin,
Cleanliness the highest virtue
That I still aspire to reach.
All the rest need heavy lifting,
Something few men learn or teach!
Love me, though humility's not
Appellation I deserve.
Win your trust? My tombstone's shingle -
"Lonely heart - desires to serve! "
Long Tooth
May 14,2019
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