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It is not because I was unduly worried then.
That miserable beauty spot was becoming a ball.
I never bothered about it since I was a man
Or that it could some sort of vicious cancer I recall.

But my ugly beauty spot grew just below my eye.
It hampered my vision and made it difficult to read.
So I went to the dermatologist with a big sigh,
Hoping that cutting the spot off would not make me bleed.

The doctor laughed, we just burn it off, it would not hurt.
Alas hurt it did but the spot of beauty was just gone.
But then I could read properly for me, my dessert.
Happy I was though I had to pay well to Doctor John.

That was twenty years ago. Nothing disturbed my reading.
But now the beauty spot returned all covered in black.
I will not pay another bill and see it bleeding.
I could read my all-lovely books from back to back.


NB   This is a true story.  The spot or wart was a hindrance.  It grew back as a dark flat skin after some twenty years.  Trust my daughter to insist I should do away with it.  More wasted money.  I bet in twenty more years it will grow again.  But in twenty years I will be dead.  So who cares!

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