by Lord Bowen - quoted in The Game of Words
Willard R. Espy
The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust steals the just's umbrella.
BETWEEN YOUR NOSE AND UPPER LIP
Willard R. Espy
There runs a cleft; a trough; a slip;
A runnel, furrow, gutter, split.
I wish I knew the name for it.
Note: It's called a philtrum.
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