Beard
I grew a beard to not have to shave,
I grew a beard to age,
Ripe in color, Brown, black, red and Silver entwined,
I grew a beard, now the kids think I want to be Bret Favre,
I grew a beard so I wouldn't have to shave,
the razor on my neck gone baby gone
Where are the scissors I need a trim....
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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