Hair
Oh I love the battle of picking out hair,
The grey ones the brown ones, mistaking the fair.
I thought it was charming that first little one, they have turned into bxxxers from that stray
single one.
Now it's all turning as they bush from my bonce.
A blanket of grey is what I would see, if i wasn't plucking and dyeing day after day!!
Copyright © Jackie Lines | Year Posted 2009
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