I call this piece, Ode to my hair.
Oh, my hair.
It is here.
It is there.
It seems to be every where.
I find it laced between my toes.
It often tickles and grazes my nose.
It’s got a mind all its own,
And never ceases to make me groan.
I catch it in the car door’s closing,
I trip on it, even when posing,
I fight and grab, and brush it down,
But still,
It wreaks havoc atop my crown.
My hair is long, and longer still,
One day it may destroy my will.
Til, then you win, long hair of mine
Now take this picture,
And act in line.
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