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Debonair's Hair

Too often, with smug self-satisfaction, he flaunts his wealth and social position. He boasts about his alleged pedigree, traceable, he says, to some royalty. With what he thinks as sartorial elegance, he prances around in a snobbish trance. But atop his glossily groomed hair dance a couple of lice, a creepy pair. I neither laugh nor make a face at a face, but I make an exception in his case!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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