As today is Good Friday, the beard officially gets shaved off. Every year I grow a beard beginning with the first measurable snow fall of the year and ending with Good Friday.
I must say it is a weird feeling to not have facial hair. I got quite used to it. However, I know my mom will be cheering when she reads this :)!
Safe travels to everyone going home for the Easter!
Wordle Poetry Month: Day 15
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*Them Next Doors, Amirite?*
You tried to shame me
and chase me off this great porch
won't mince words: *fuck you*
*here are the rules*
*and beware ...
2 years ago
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