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Jun 2015
There is no hair on my chest;
My eyes are deep dark

Which i heard you say
Are the ones you do not like.

I have a crooked smile

With good intentions
Unlike the guys
You hang around.

I comb my hair with a part
Over to to my right side

And i dress to impress
A lady that does not care.
I will still walk
With my chin up

And my getup squared
Just because
She does not care.
pocket squares
blanket plaid
checkered waste
Arturo Hernandez
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Arturo Hernandez  Denton
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