Hair

But burrow not, nor cut in wrath my flowing curl, life's under math, to swirl it so, occasion's path is not enow ~ vanity's craft! I'll stick my neck out, counteract some vague delusion others stack my hair, but grow, as strength in fact till pillars tumble, faith gives back! Tis pride's own rantors should beware who carry cantor with compare, myself - my prowess, so repair Aye, grow the truth, within, not stare! This flowing gambit has its share as hope not slander, courage scare the rates of dander are ensnare My locks comb smoothly with affair ~ This beauty's answer ~ God take care!