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Brows


Brows,

They live there with grace

just over my eyes, below my forehead.

And they seem to be laced

much higher than 

other features of my face.

And I sometimes wonder

"Why are they even there in the first place?"

 

If I were a camel

they would protect my eyes from dust;

But I am a human being

so I assume they must

serve some other purpose,

But I just

Don't know what that is...

Yet.

 

 

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