My face is my own, the one that I’ve got
These are my toes and this is my nose
They smell you say like most of this prose.
Its what they'll do untill Judgement day
If God and Nature will have their way.
I follow them both wherever they lead
Sometimes it's diners, on which I will feed.
And there we both sit, with you and your face.
Just how did we both come to this place?.
We are not so different, though you may disagree
My parts, - your farts,:just a different degree
Ice In, Ice Out: Our focus, Our creed
Way up here on Winnipesaukee
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