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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....

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