Pugg

If you were made to lie,
condemned for all of time,
your face exposed
to every blow,
your nose would look like mine.

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 { A Poem Supplemental

Since I know that was not a true limerick,
I have tried to come up with an alternate,
but although you can hear
that the rhythm is clearer,
the rhyming is really unfortunate. }

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What the camera saw:
pugg, as shot