Brows of Clouds

Groucho’s eyebrows at sunset,
Expected his mustache to float up next,
As the sunlight faded back,
His eyebrows darkened,
The sky deep pink,
His grinning smile, cigar so brash,
Was he watching from his seat
Beside the head writer,
For comic relief?

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