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  81.     

My Hair Just Hung Like That

My beautiful hair just hung like that.
It mattered that others' looked neater.
But I was like the rockband people,
Who realized where genius lay.


It lay in dishevelement of hair for sure.
The unrulier the more evolved the musician.
His synergistic flow from his hair to his guitar.


Flow of music,
Flow of hair,
It's musical relationship
Of orderly then disorderly harmony.


Guns n Roses and Linkin Park.
Their non-hairstyle created syncopated notes.
For whatever their musical stories told,
There was no reason to straighten their hair out.
 
Vera Sidhwa

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  82.     

??~Angel Reason~??

Angel eyes with angel soft hair, I know why everyone stares. If you have to ask, then I must say, your perfect and beautiful in each and every way. Your hair, your face, and the twinkle in your eyes. Even the sexy way your pants hug your thighs. At night when I dream I dream of you. Memorizing eyes gorgeous as you. With the gracefulness of the perfect snow white dove, only surpassing the gods above. Hard for others, but easy for me. To look in your eyes and see what you see, to know what you know, to feel what you feel. The pain you have suffered is to much for someone like you. You don't deserve this- we know its true. I know the gods put you through this for a reason. But when it's all said and done, our amazing new life together has just begun.
 
Brandy Avery

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  83.     

Ten Grey Hairs And A Silver One

I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship

I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home

I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work

I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job

I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child

I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub

I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter

I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school

I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing

I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum

My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
 
Pascale Ost

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  84.     

Hairbrush

how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair

i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair

i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!

or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair

i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare

how often is it a man confesses
that he wish to run barefoot thru the tresses
of your hair, of your hair?

you may think me a little touch'd
but can i tell you just how much
i hate your hairbrush?

this obsession may be zealous
but can i tell you just how jealous
i am of your hairbrush? !
 
Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

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