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L Adams Feb 2015
The year was 1995
I had long hair;
I felt alive.
The hair was lost -
I ceased to thrive.
To accept the loss
First failed but strived.
And in the end,
Well, I survived!
L Adams Feb 2015
I, myself, have just no time to spare,
To fret, mope, or worry over hair.
But WHY are some compelled to stare?
It's JUST a scalp, so WHAT it's bare?

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