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Roy Laos Poem
Blemish and blunder.
Upon my face they thunder!
Speckled paint splattered down and around my nose,
where else might I find these spots, no one knows.
These spots, these useless spots,
are they God's gift, or a curse that reeks,
obsessed over these pocks upon my soul and cheeks.
Whether dark or light.... red or brown, or as black as a brat,
ponder this..... they stand out and proclaim..... I'm different, Oh drat!
Please leave me and go away, never to come back another day.
Plague another with your stress, for you've left my face a mess!
Copyright © Roy Laos | Year Posted 2010
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