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Apr 2014
Curiosity is a silver eyebrow,
Raising itself to question the world.
It stands upon being asked something,
Curiosity is an eyebrow being curled.
Curiosity is made of silver hairs,
Of the aged people of this life.
Living longer than the vibrant colors,
That haven't yet faced struggles or strife.
For curiosity is a silver eyebrow,
A feeling making the world unfurled,
an aged question wondering why,
We do what we do in this world.
It's horrible but it's as good as it'll get.
Written by
Bryan Allen  Chelsea, MI
(Chelsea, MI)   
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