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Lost in dreams You see them think With strands of hair That seldom link Eyebrows with A puckered kink Eyes that cry Will also wink Pointy noses For fragrant stink In dismay will they Often crink Cheeks that glow With hues of pink Have dimples in Their beauty sink Lips that frown And lips that drink A tooth that aches And teeth that clink Even jaws and chins All move in sync Formed expressions All lost in blink Faces like faces Can’t be inked
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Faces
Lost in dreams You see them think With strands of hair That seldom link Eyebrows with A puckered kink Eyes that cry Will also wink Pointy noses For fragrant stink In dismay will they Often crink Cheeks that glow With hues of pink Have dimples in Their beauty sink Lips that frown And lips that drink A tooth that aches And teeth that clink Even jaws and chins All move in sync Formed expressions All lost in blink Faces like faces Can’t be inked
Crinkle is a wrinkle or crease on the surface of something. (esp a face.) Crink is the verb form of the word crinkle. (I created it. Sue me.)
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
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