My Symbol Face Not For Contest
If looks were death
My face would kill
The mirror tells me this
When I wrinkle a piece of paper
Throw it away I see my face
With eyes as blind as a bat
Hair of a bald eagle
Whats left is gray
Whiskers of a walrus
Under this Elephant nose
That holds up my glasses
With Armadillo hearing
What did you say?
Lips like a Jackass smiling
A neck as a Giraffe
What can I say: It’s just me
(ALL FICTION HONEST GIRLS)
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