work it.

Wow, had this thread grown since I first saw B start it!

Personally, I always had a boyish face, so I grew beard to look closer to my actual age. Even now, after wearing a goatee for years, and now with a closely trimmed chin strap with full sideburns, I have people telling me I look 15 years younger than I really am.

In reality, they probably think I am 8 years younger, but just want to flatter me instead.

Still, I speak no lie, trust me on that. It's part o' mae problem as an Irishman.

one page isn't sufficient enough for beards.

Loved it

about time someone watched it.
haha.
glad you liked it.
(:

It was long but well worth it

Found these on the www


BEARD
I decided it was time
For me to be a man.
So I went and threw my razor
In the garbage can.
If I didn’t cultivate it.
It would be a crime.
So I’m gonna grow my beard
Until the end of time.
All this hair upon my face
It grows there naturally.
Having me a long beard
Is the way I’m meant to be.
I don’t care if people say
I look like Z-Z Top.
Gonna keep on growin’
And I’m never gonna stop.
Don’t you know, I like the way
It billows in the breeze.
Just for fun I’m gonna let it
Grow down past me knees.
Gonna let it grow and grow
Until it hits the floor.
When that isn’t long enough
I’ll let it grow some more.


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BEARD CHOICE
Some men they grow short beards.
Some men grow theirs long.
It’s a choice that they make,
Neither’s right or wrong.
I choose to grow a long beard.
Trimming’s not for me.
I let it grow “Au Natural”
I like mine wild and free.
I’m not a homeless guy
Or a crazy terrorist.
I’m not some slacker dude
Or a fundamentalist.
I’m not a criminal.
I have nothing to hide.
I let it grow so I can show
The man I am inside.
There is no law that says that I
Cannot grow facial hair.
And if you do not like it,
Well, so what, I do not care.
You think that I’m too hairy,
Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
I choose to grow my beard
To see how hairy I can get.
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MY DAD’S LONG BEARD
When I was five, I asked my dad,
“Why do you shave your face?”
He said, “I do not know, my boy.
It does seem out of place.
I really don’t like shaving. It’s
Unnatural and weird.”
I said, “I’d like it very much
If you would grow a beard.”
At first it was all stubbly
But then it grew and grew.
At last it was a proper beard
After a month or two.
“Should I let it grow longer, son?
I’ll do what you think best.”
By the time that I was seven
His beard was to his chest.
“Is this beard long enough, my boy?
Perhaps not, don’t you think?
And if I were to shave it now
I’d clog the bathroom sink.
For you I’ll grow it longer, son.”
And so he did post haste.
And by the time that was ten
It hung down to his waist.
My dad he kept on growing it.
He grew it to his thighs.
He entered many beard contests
And always won first prize.
“Perhaps I ought to shave today.”
He’d often like to tease.
By the time I entered High School
His beard was past his knees.
And now that I am twenty-one,
I cannot help but grin.
I think about my dad’s long beard
And stroke my bearded chin.
I want a beard just like my dad’s
A beard down to the floor.
It represents the love we share
Now and forevermore.

ahhh.
those are awesome.
XD