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Hair had a falling out
With the flaky scalp
Said there no room
Here anymore

We'll live on the floor
Behind the bathroom door
We'll build great fires
Sing of our disires
Of one day taking revenge

Call on all our brothers in arms
From the thick brushs of Avon
To the witchs catacombs of Goody
And the far reachs of drain
Unleash the Phyto Phythols

Let the bells toll
I shall sit at the head of
Follicle once more
And control the gates of vain
Now lets pray we don't
All get singed to hell
Or swept up
And thrown in a garbage can

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The following comments are for "Hairs revenge"
by Michaelpatrick

my guarantee
You are one of the very few poets who's gawdawful spelling doesn't infuriate me because I am always impressed with your radically outside the humdrum and predictable poetry/words/thoughts/whatever. I'm guaranteed an intriguing read and due to that .. your other failings are almost ignored by me.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: September 25, 2011 )

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