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The Face
When Thomas was a Young Boy
He was in a Car Accident
And his Face was burnt away
A fate which caused him Pain
He liked to joke to himself
That he was an archaeologist of the ground
A sort of Indiana Jones of The Floor
Because he was forever looking down
He Could not Meet The Stare
Of most children or adults
For most would recoil in shock
And remind him of his disadvantage
Sometimes he would catch someone’s eye
And they would produce a sincere smile
He liked to give these people ten out of ten
For recovery from their shock
One Summer Thomas was on holiday
Where he met a young man and a girl
Who made time to be his friends
And seemed to be unfazed by his appearance
Like him they’d been through pain
And chose in their plight
To extend goodly energy
To those that were alike
For two weeks on that summer
The three shared happy times
And the teenage girl kissed Thomas
When it was time to say goodbye
For days he was aglow
His smile still fixed in place
Though nobody would know
To gaze upon his face
