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I once saw a man with a lot of hair Hair all over, hair everywhere Just so much hair he could be called furry I didn't take time to stare, I was in a hurry But I glimpsed some hair on his ears Though I spent no second pondering how he hears Some around his nose and some around his eyes Much encroaching his mouth as if to say, don't tell lies! His fingers had the most hair I've seen I promise I'm not exaggerating just to be mean As I glanced at the painting of the man with so much hair I wonder if the artist's creativity was meant to stir fear
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
The Man With Hair
I once saw a man with a lot of hair Hair all over, hair everywhere Just so much hair he could be called furry I didn't take time to stare, I was in a hurry But I glimpsed some hair on his ears Though I spent no second pondering how he hears Some around his nose and some around his eyes Much encroaching his mouth as if to say, don't tell lies! His fingers had the most hair I've seen I promise I'm not exaggerating just to be mean As I glanced at the painting of the man with so much hair I wonder if the artist's creativity was meant to stir fear
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
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