I breathe and have a nose
But do not have a face
My value simply grows
Year by year in pace
Spitting me are those
Called Lord and Liege and Grace
Yet I give blissful throes
That no poet would abase
What am I?
The answer for those that are not sure (and even for those that are)
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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