everyone wants green hair now
her hair is a verdent color, green I would say.
It makes her seem more lively said my cousin Stay.
I pranced over and liked the dye job, right away.
Who is your stylist? I asked. She told me May.
I made an appointment that very same day.
The beautician was bubbly and warm, this creature May.
You are the third dye job that I have had in this village Bray.
My cousin Stay walked in then and turned a little gray.
She had told me she would never green up her hair said Fay.
but here she was asking for it from this beautician, May.
May told her she could do it later that very same day.
Her face turned quite pink when she saw me, reported Fay.
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