I wear an old 45 for skin. Side A is the surface you see; White and pale under our winter's skies, But much darker by September. Side A does a fine job Keeping my entrails in. I like the harmony, beat and rhythm of it.
Side B of my skin is harlequin, A melting *** of mosaic colours You can't see, But if you listen, My lyric is a palette of hues.
A 45 is a record with two songs. One on Side A, one on Side B. Whereas Trump is also #45, but he's two dimensional at best. :)