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Unshaved Beards
Puzzled eyes they keep feeding,
A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding
A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid
By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss
And now his jaw he has of them rid,
Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@
Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure,
A vegetative chin, far from a treasure.
Man should 'farewell' bid to a losing practice
Like war wisely liquidated with Armistice.
A habitual afforestation of one's jaw
Is a transgression of some Uncomplaining Law
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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