A dot’s a most irregular thing,
Of it’s place there is no doubt,
With whatever charm it brings,
as we see it around about.
This honey coloured mark of Venus,
Stippled pleasures mottled joy,
a dot to dot for hopeful dreamers,
Behind which beauty’s coy.
This very, very special dot
The name we give this speckle,
This gorgeous tiny, tiny spot,
It is of course the freckle.
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kosmicklown 
October 16, 2016 at 4:50 am
What about moles? Are moles the freckle’s ugly cousin?