What a
face of colourful nature
From
creams gained it its moisture
And
even though the legs are dark
A
single spot of black the face lack
The
compulsion of consistent use gains height
But
it’s all just a sorry sight
So let
they that lack think twice
For to
learn from others is being wise
Beauty
comes not from the north and oceans
Neither
does it come from the lotions
Even if
the God-given seem not outstanding
The destined
one will come not withstanding
Give up the
cruel search for vanity!
And chase
now your true identity
For if you
continue to use the creams
You are sure
soon to lose your dreams
Leave now all wasteful efforts of ostentation
Not an inch
a part it has in divinity!
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