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Jan 2020
so very fine, the first to
grow in. And when the time
comes to trim I keep a precious piece
from him.

A strand of hair
platinum blonde, not long
before I know you’re
seeing her. It’s not mine. And it’s wrapped
around your collar.

A strand of hair
what’s left up there
now in older years is gray
and balding. You comb it over
the top to cover the shiny large spot.
But it doesn’t hide a lot. It’s still showing.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
80
     Carlo C Gomez and Bardo
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