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Jun 2014
Sat at the hairdressers
Hearing the gossip
Relaxes a woman and her senses.

Nothing outside the door of the salon
matters.
Just the head massage, and gossip.

The world has stopped as her locks
are chopped.
If only a closed door could keep the world at bay.

But, the door will open,
the world will flood in
and with it, for next time, more gossip!
© JLB
05/06/2014
Camellia-Japonica
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
(F/Wales)   
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