ODE TO MY HAIR
Ode to the style in which you hold.
Ode to the greys you give as I start to grow old.
Ode to your strength for every time that you were tugged.
Ode to the millions of times that you were hugged.
Hair you are my friend and always hanging around.
With each day that comes you grow with a leap and a bound.
For this I must chose to cut you away,
Don't you worry my hair, you will grow back another day.
Kimberley A Bradshaw
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