Teach a boy to shave,

teach a son

Begin by washing away,

the day’s last run

Go along with the cream,

you’ll want to shine

Spread and miss no seams,

everything will be fine

Take the sharp blade to your cheek,

miss not a single hair

Shave until your face feels sleek,

cuts are easy to repair

Stand in the mirror, look for any misses

Everything becomes much clearer, we’ll see how it glistens.

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abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.