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Mirror, Mirror, answers I need. What are the options I should heed? My gray hairs are getting clearer? Answers I need, Mirror, Mirror. Face, I see your foes advancing between your blacks, grays are dancing. They’re here to stay, I guarantee; your foes advancing, Face, I see. Dear Face, don’t dye, give up, submit gray hairs will never, ever quit. As more and more blacks say good-bye give up, submit, dear Face, don’t dye. Glaring roots and ghastly color texture stiff and getting duller. Every hair strand is in cahoots ghastly color and glaring roots. It comes with age, gray’s no disease; No medicine will grant heartsease. The mirror’s right, it is a sage; gray’s no disease, it comes with age. September 17, 2022

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