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Sally Sue's Thick Hair

Sally Sue was a big-haired gal from Kalamazoo She lived in a forest of green with tiny slivers of blue. Her thick hair was her nemesis, her big boo-hoo She was not any kind of hairdresser, little Sally Sue. She meditated in the forest when a large black crow Swooped down into her hair, and nested way below. Right next to his rat and his family of twenty-seven. Maybe I should shave it off, said her mother Heaven.

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