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Seldom in my childhood,
Was I referred by name,
Kids just called me "Freckle Face"
And I'd hang my head in shame.

I hated all my freckles,
So Mom would often say,
"Sweetheart, they're your beauty spots,
And you look so cute this way".

But still I felt so ugly,
With brown spots on my face,
Since sunshine made them come out more,
I'd seek a shady place.

Then one day, a light went on,
Inside my freckled head,
If I had lots and lots of spots,
I'd have a tan instead!

So, I head out in the sunshine,
On a long, hot summer's day,
But all I got, was a painful burn,
And more spots on display!

Mom, said not to fret them so,
For they would fade with time,
And now that that, has come to pass,
I miss those spots of mine!

When looking back in retrospect,
I really was quite pretty,
Too bad I didn't know that then,
And that is such a pity.

Now I have a daughter,
In pigtails and pink bows,
And she certainly is beautiful
With those spots upon her nose!

She says she hates her freckled face,
So, as my Mom would say,
"Sweetheart, they're your beauty spots,
And you look so cute this way!"

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