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Never Your Nose!

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He and Her so holy with Place above
With Son the first adult to November
Come he locked in dismal puzzlement

What of the holy Path his Father askes
Solid face to the winter come stock in
Store his mind at duty keep the being

The son with whisker one shines face
Up to him with quick response of what
Goes where what to love a fathers care

To son his father said in slow reply for
Fathers love unto his Son do think on
It a girlish fit never set your Nose there

With son the greater Smile enough to
bright a mile I suppose it bring a mighty
Punch as well hell too lot toward crying

Best stay the farther his father spoke brave
Past Winter cold to face the March in mind
the ready tools the fist a peg too how to use

By Mictopyci Michael Pinger Yaw! 11/24/19

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