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Great Mustache (poem)

Beside cigars rolling rings from lips, or grazing it with your fingertips… Hair so fine its surprising its man is finer. Color so on point. Do you use eye liner?But no, it’s natural of course, and always soft, never course. Tastes and tinges of scotch and steak, smiles and sincerity show no breaks. What is handsome, just a dash…Dude, that’s a great mustache.

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