My beard grows down to my toes,
I never wears no clothes,
I wraps my hair
Around my bare,
15 June 2008
“My Beard” by Shel Silverstein
My beard grows down to my toes,
I never wears no clothes,
I wraps my hair
Around my bare,
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And thank you, from all of the bearded ones
A touching Father's Day anecdote: Growing up, my father spent maybe two days my entire life without a full beard. As I grew older and thought about having kids one day, it occured to me that something I will always identify with being a dad is having a beard. I've had a beard since the first day my son was on this earth. Happy Father's Day, Dad
Yeah, my dad has been bearded since the early 70s, and every one of his children has only known him as such. As he approaches retirement, he looks more like Santa Claus than the pater familia of my youth. His is very much an endearing, friendly beard and the inspiration for my own facial hair.
Happy Pappy's Day, Dad.
As a bearded father, thanks back.
Never met my own pops, as my name implies, but I'd like to think he's got a bastard of a beard too.
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