Work Text:
I shave.
I nick myself.
The feeble stubble's gone.
Annoyed, I wish it grew in full.
Mustache.
It'd brighten up my countenance.
My grandpa grew it well.
He wore it proud.
His pride.
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HeraldryAndFanfare
Summary:
A butterfly cinquain about how I didn't inherit my grandfather's rockin' stache.
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