Ophrys Miracle....
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The ophrys up on my face
Brings magnificent grace.
Right above my globe, like an umbrella
Shadow me in sun and rain of fella.
Though small I'm on the face
But hold key to gesture.
A lift of mine might mean
surprise at times or signal of fear.
A brooding low line might seems
Sadness or failure in progress.
Though small I'm, I hold my stand
Without me no one desires to move out.
Threading of it is beauty elegant
Admiring oneself on getup different.
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