Eyebrows

I sense some roughness, grey hairs strew jagged eyebrows, jagged view Lord, let me sense the pure of you and all forsaken, is brand new! A line now centered, frown's adieu a grimace bent ~ toothless review unholy glaring at construe what made this fetished look of stew! Some troubles notice, worries mew a smile could hasten face's renew! Oh, heart please chasten, comfort true this look replace, with hope's redo!

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Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 12/13/2011 5:09:00 PM

A perfect description of the aging face but filled with humor which we all need as we end up this way. Terrific fun in your write! :)

Paula Larson
Date: 12/14/2011 2:35:00 PM

Hi Eliz ~ Mark Pringle has done so much with their Websight. He was such a personal asset to those who started posting on Poetry Soup. He is very talented in Graphic Design, and I am sure has put in millions of hours setting up. Have you been writing long! Cheers. Paula