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!

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