Which Face?

Which Face?

It has one face.

It's quiet, mysterious,

Blending in.

Barely noticeable.

Then it turns.


It has two faces.

It's polite and carefree,

It has a presence.

Hearing it again and again.

It turns once more.


It has three faces.

It's manner is questionable,

Rudeness tinged on jokes,

Slipping out from time to time.

It turns once more...








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