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Dec 2017
What's the point of ***** hair
It seems to make no sense
Unless you wanted to give us a thing
To hold onto our sweaty scents
And now that I mention it
Armpit hair, too
What's the deal, dear Sir?
I think that we could do without
All this inconvenient fur
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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