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Ouch! Please mommy stop it’s not fair 
I pulled on her robe as she pulled on my hair
Halfway through combing out my long curls
mother hurries to get to the other girls
Gentle brushes won’t tame unruly locks now grown
sentimental first hair cut marks a milestone
I never thought I’d cut it off though she’d threat
But too many tangled tears shed for this brunette                           
It helped to see others face the shears
none were emotional not a pout no fears                                                                              
It’s graduation for older kids in the neighborhood
on our block mom's a beautician mums the word
The kitchen used as her hair salon,
coloring and stylish up-do’s was right on
The can of Aqua Net sprayed tickled my nose
up next for a cut was my best friend Rose
Quit moving and crying I’m running late,
how 'bout if I cut it  up to date
My lips were trembling, yes please do!
I saw ringlets of hair falling, one-two
I was only five and scared to look in the mirror
Why didn’t she just use No More Tears
Short was popular for curly tops, so lickety split
Part it to one side and stick a bow in it

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