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I Donate My Hair

My hair grows much faster than most You can ask my friends, teachers or ghost If it is in a mohawk by breakfast it is at my shoulders at noon I can usually stand on my locks in the mid-afternoon My hair does not normally or usually grow exactly the same God has blessed me with an unfathomable growing-hair mane Sometimes it is ginger, curly with a wink of chestnut Cutting it off at the roots and you will hear them “tut-tut”. They are in charge of what my hair next will be. Sometimes it is thin other times as thick as a fat chickadee One time it grew straight and coarse like a horse’s tail It was so long I stepped on it going out to get the mail My locks are all woven into mats for the cat orphanage I hear that when they get scroungy, they feed them to their pig His name is Wilbur and he gets excited when he sees me arrive. He has scarfed down mats made of my hair, I think ninety-five.

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Date: 1/6/2025 10:52:00 AM
Hello Caren, your hair has become very useful. In so many ways. Hugs. /Darlene/
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 1/9/2025 3:42:00 PM
Hello Caren, I will stay warm. don't go put in a blizzard. Hugs. /Darlene/ ,
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/7/2025 12:51:00 AM
stay warm Darlene! I live in the epicenter of the blizzard - Kansas City!

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