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I am really bald on top. But still I grew my hair. And now I don't know where to stop. I truly just don't care. I'm 59 and live alone. So no one to impress. It's longer than I've ever grown. Sometimes I look a mess. :) It's funny how the time goes by. And it just keeps getting longer. I just let my freak flag fly. As resolve's just getting stronger. Actually, I don't look bad. But I don't look that close. These days it's more than just a fad. Quite ridiculous, I suppose. I see some women wear theirs short. I notice that more now. I guess that they are just that sort. But I'm enjoying the wow. Something like this can make you think. And wonder what the heck. Some probably say I shouldn't drink. And I'm dead above the neck. :) Well one more phrase and then I'm done. It's getting kind of late. After all, I'm just having fun. It's just hair, it's not my fate.

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Date: 6/8/2017 7:22:00 PM
Glad you like sweet deathly rose but unfortunate you relate so well to it.
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Date: 6/8/2017 7:21:00 PM
funny one. I think I know the kind of hair you mean. Joe once got a cap that had a long ponytail coming out the back of it,as a gag gift. People really thought he had that kind of hair. WIsh I could find him a new one.it got lost!!
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