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Apr 2017
samsonian hair litters the ground
the man I married looks
different shorn
like a raggedy sheepman
all naked and forlorn
head all baldy and bumpy
his curly locks
carefully sealed into a bag
still my hero though as his locks go to make wigs and we collect the money raised for kids with cancer
how ever he does not look good bald

written a couple of months ago when Ben partook in the shave for a cure...his hair now regrown to soft curls....
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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