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Parting Hair

I love my hair, I love it lots

I could not love it more

But how come when I comb my hair

It falls upon the floor?

I wash it gently twice a week

I brush it carefully

But if I’m so attached to it

Why won’t it stay with me?

I lavish on it lots of love

It should just grow – instead

It leaves me with a parting wave

An air-conditioned head.






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