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Old Man

Old Man his weatherbeaten face, lined with the hills and valleys of age watery blue eyes set against a backdrop of bloodshot white his cheeks reddened from sun and alcohol, his aquiline nose has lost its nobility his once full lips now just scowling lines covering remnants of jagged teeth his stubble covered chin now a dirty gray bristle life has not been kind to him

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Date: 4/13/2025 7:22:00 PM
Unless we die, we grow older. What does our face say?
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 4/13/2025 7:33:00 PM
Our faces-many times-show the effects life has had on us. I think any way

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