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annoyed while waiting part two

I did not think their music could become one iota more annoying I was wrong Maybe it’s the loudness; my ears are cringing My sensitivity is crying Why oh why do people use pounding music in a public place? It does not help that I am waiting for a haircut And two people are ahead of me Neither of them looks like they even need a haircut While I look like the wild child of Borneo Who put her fingers in a light socket

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