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Your hair is the least substantial yet most outwardly striking part of you Like a pillow coming out of a dryer, A perfect cliff before slowing descending back down I can never get over your hair soft and with allegedly no gel. Either way Jesus ( who is not white) should be jealous. It’s not just your granted stunning hair that makes me fall for you. Your ability to flip my reality on itself, then twist me the other way before laughing and confessing that you were facing another direction completely. I will never know which direction you raced, nor do I care all in good fun and to show off. A laid back disposition calm, easy a scholarly gentleman. Don’t mistake me for some fool, finding music then falling for the guy playing the harp. Also for the readers if you have any problem with this poem about how gay it is for a guy to serenade another guy, I would strongly advise you to make sure your calendar is set to the correct decade.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Your hair
Your hair is the least substantial yet most outwardly striking part of you Like a pillow coming out of a dryer, A perfect cliff before slowing descending back down I can never get over your hair soft and with allegedly no gel. Either way Jesus ( who is not white) should be jealous. It’s not just your granted stunning hair that makes me fall for you. Your ability to flip my reality on itself, then twist me the other way before laughing and confessing that you were facing another direction completely. I will never know which direction you raced, nor do I care all in good fun and to show off. A laid back disposition calm, easy a scholarly gentleman. Don’t mistake me for some fool, finding music then falling for the guy playing the harp. Also for the readers if you have any problem with this poem about how gay it is for a guy to serenade another guy, I would strongly advise you to make sure your calendar is set to the correct decade.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
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