You kept me warm all winter long;
Protecting me from Cold's attack.
You rested softly on my lip -
Caressed my cheeks from front to back.
Seldom perfect. Wild. Untamed.
T'was only grooming that you'd lack.
And though I cast you off today,
I have no doubts that you'll be back.
- A tribute to my beard (Fall 2007-Spring 2008)
The beard protected your back cheeks?
Goodbye Michael's beard, see you next winter...
I think Ray may be heading in that same direction - though I love the beard and am trying to get him to just trim it!
LOL - cute poem! :)
No selling-out involved, Mark. My beard knew all along that it was nothing more than "facial hair with benefits". Though I think about it often, it was only a winter fling.
Just so you know Alex saw someone today with a beard and screamed "Uncle Michael!". How is she ever going to recognize you now? Not that I'm complaining about the loss of facial animal.
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