Posted by: John | August 11, 2016

Washing My Hair

Have I anything left to share?
What else do I have to bare?
Do I really care?
Surely, I’m not really rare.
Why should I dare?
No one cares if it’s fair.
I’ll wind up somewhere.
I wonder what’s there.

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