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Author's note: I wrote this one within minutes of shaving off the first beard I had ever grown... it was the scraggliest, scrawniest, thinest excuse for a beard one could see on the face of an 18-year old kid...

 Ballad of the Lost Beard

Once upon a time, long long ago

   there was a beard which didst grow

   luxurious and soft in a wondrous goatee

   and that beard was a beard of me

   One sweep of fur from crown to chin

   always thick and never thin

   black and brown and amber too

   and shades betwixt of reddish hue...

But beard, oh beard, where hast thou gone?

   with fur so sleek and fur so long?

   What cruel fate has struck thee down?

   Oh, where's the fur so lovely and brown?

Now an expanse of bare smooth skin

   nothing to hide my little fleas in

   just a chin alone and blue

   nothing there to strain soup through

   It's gone, gone, lost and dead --

   now less fur on this poor head;

Alas, oh beard, alas;

   thou art dead...

                                           November 26, 1967

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