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WHAT THE BARBER THINKS... Snip...snip. . .snip goes his mind cutting through thought with the voice of the scissors his hands two sparrows dancing with Time each head a changing field now flowing wheat now bare stubble his mind taking flight taking off the too much there dealing with the not enough here the making beautiful the altering appearances the human touch the kindest cut but where ( you want to know ) where does the barber's mind go & what are his thinkings? Ahhhh my friends sure that would be telling you. . .
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
WHAT THE BARBER THINKS. . .
WHAT THE BARBER THINKS... Snip...snip. . .snip goes his mind cutting through thought with the voice of the scissors his hands two sparrows dancing with Time each head a changing field now flowing wheat now bare stubble his mind taking flight taking off the too much there dealing with the not enough here the making beautiful the altering appearances the human touch the kindest cut but where ( you want to know ) where does the barber's mind go & what are his thinkings? Ahhhh my friends sure that would be telling you. . .
( for that lovely little devil of a barber Anthony Kelly in the town of Fermoy )
donall-dempsey
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
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