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This face of mine 
Is a lot sometimes 
These chubby cheeks 
And crooked teeth 
[And mouth that opens a bit too wide] 

But I see you in my smile lines 
The lived-in creases around my eyes 
From nights when life was too sweet 
To sleep 
From roaming cliffs at xxxx
Wind whipping salty hair 
You’d have loved it there 
The air. 

So maybe then 
This face of mine 
That’s yours 
Can be my favourite face of all. 

Maybe I’ll keep bedding in these lines 
And one day find 
What you’d look like at 80.
(This one’s for you, Dad.)

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