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Hair receding
Bulges bulging
Self-defeating
And indulging
But in his
Mind
He’s a butterfly
Decorating the sky
Back is aching
Eyes are squinting
Faces making
Life is tinting
But his
Spirit is
Flitting about
A perfumed fir
Is this Billy
In the mirror

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