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In from the rain the barber comes, and shimmies off his jacket. His customers' hair is already there, waiting for him to attack it. Swish! Slice! Snickerty-snack! Face the mirror, forwards! How ya bin? Tilt your chin - the hairs fall to the floorboards!
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Haircut
In from the rain the barber comes, and shimmies off his jacket. His customers' hair is already there, waiting for him to attack it. Swish! Slice! Snickerty-snack! Face the mirror, forwards! How ya bin? Tilt your chin - the hairs fall to the floorboards!
jcthefluteman
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
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