Nosedee had lost a nostril,
Nosedum had fallen on her face,
Both had faces to scream
You wouldn't want to meet them
As twilight settles down.
A sure recipe to spoil your dream.
Here come the bandage
To save the age,
They might look funny
To you and me,
But better be queer
Than hide in fear.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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