A Girl's Black Hair
when I
young I
was well
and tell
my friends
split ends
my hair
not fair
but clean
not mean
I wash
and brush
my locks
like ducks
to say
like fay
I sing
and swing
and fly
not cry
to dry
not fry
under
hot air
my own
full grown
long hair
black hair
love you
just you
sweet you
black you!
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