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    While you can still see the end of your nose,
    Make careful reference to the state of your soul.
    Lies reflect some absurd loose opinion,
    Which denies the gravity of a situation.

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    While you can still see the end of your nose,
    Make careful reference to the state of your soul.
    Lies reflect some absurd loose opinion,
    Which denies the gravity of a situation.

    She met the boy the same moment he met her;
    So, don’t chide the common meeting as a blur.
    Summon his critics to assess their worth;
    To draw a conclusion–to honor his birth.

    Truth is far from gossip-lies of a critic’s mouth;
    Like, honor is a separation of north and south.
    There lies his heart…reaching at his hand;
    The gentle jesture of love–melts his sand.

    Do your spectator eyes–see thru him like glass?
    Maybe! the length of your nose will kick his ass!
    They have the sacred right…of a nice kiss;
    If they wait for money, heaven they miss.

    You understand the mechanics of a yard-rake;
    But, measure the distance the human fly takes.
    The bicycle is readily exposed to your wit;
    Now, wonder if a complex airplane–fits!

    For money, you brashly destroy his chances;
    It is merely a misconception the critics plant.
    You trample his heart…below dirty feet,
    In reference to love he happens to meet.

    The length of a nosey-nose…is quick and cruel;
    If he can not counter a false belief, he is a fool.
    Whatever goes ’round, so…comes around,
    And will approach…as your nose is found.
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