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Jan 2017
I brush my hair every morning and night
You'd think, with this bob, it would stay tame
But if I take off a hat or run under a breeze so light
The cute bob turns into a matted lion's mane
Breeze-Mist
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Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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