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Each line of care that shades the face....
I’ve loved so many years....
Portrays a slowly aging grace....
Of laughter, love and tears....
The etchings I perceive are such....
My fingertips can trace....
The history of years with you....
Upon your lovely face....
The growth of graceful children, who....
Present the world outside....
Exclusive beauty; yours to share....
They stole . . . and multiplied....
Another sculptor took his place....
Through your concerns alone....
When I, although unwittingly....
Would gently chip the stone....
With lines, your face is rearranged....
As sketched by Godly pen....
And you are far more lovely, now....
Than ever you have been....
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