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May 2019
they find hair in unusual places.
Some grow under noses,
as spikey thorns in roses.
Some sprout out of chins
as pointy silver pins.

They’re so long
you could hang your bathrobe on.
They’re sharp enough to scour
the grimiest bathroom shower.

We pluck them
bleach them
wax them
even shave them

But they grow back
just as the dandelions on our front lawn.
And not only that
but they come in thicker.

I could grow a mustache, even a beard
if I kept them there.
I thought it was bad enough
when I had to shave the hair under
my arms and legs!
sandra wyllie
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