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07.01.2021

Summer is here

And I’m quite afraid

That if I cut my beard

A high price will be paid

See I’ve grown it all winter

And held on through the spring

If I let it go now

There’s no retrieving this thing

As fall breezes blow

I’ll chill and I’ll holler

And sweaters look better

With a beard at their collar

No, I’ll let it keep growing

Through this season of heat

And by the start of next winter

My beard will be sweet