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As soon as I get out of bed My hair makes a mess of my head I brush it flat and sleek And, for an hour, its neat But then it gets frizzy instead
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Frizzy Hair
As soon as I get out of bed My hair makes a mess of my head I brush it flat and sleek And, for an hour, its neat But then it gets frizzy instead
Humidity, dry air, wind, static, hats, and bandanas seem to be conspiring to ruin my hairstyles.
breeze-mist
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
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