The wind tugs at the whiskers,
That reside on my chin.
Longer now in November,
Than They've ever been.
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Yes, leave them where they are Juan. They look just fine, and will also keep your chin warm! !
Gray hair (where ever it may reside) is a crown of righteousness, a touch of glory for a long life. Wisdom. Like this poem pardner, good one.
great poem Juan with a lot of philosophy and a touch of humor- good job- I really enjoyed this one!