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Not an Ugly Face
She welcomes the shadowing rain,
a wide brimmed hat, no less
the sun on her face to remain.
Since birth it's been her bane,
causing undue duress.
Though harmless and causing no pain,
it laughs unhappiness.
For his facial port wine stain,
Gorbachev drew no disdain,
nor lack of confidence.
Were it a beauty mark of fame,
or the color of cafe au lait,
she would not be so plainly vain,
inclined to hide her face.