So, I'M Bald
I started losing my hair years ago.
At first, I panicked. Finally I said to myself, I’m going bald, “so!”
I once tried remedies, herbs, and such.
Unfortunately, my hair didn’t grow back very much.
I knew many women preferred men with long hair so they could run their fingers through.
And because of being bald, I didn’t want to end up being a turn-off to you.
Then, fortunately, I came to grips with what’s important in life and what’s not.
So, I’m bald, so what! Beautiful lady, would you care to rub my bald spot?
I’m otherwise fit, intelligent, sincere, humorous, romantic, handsome, and strong.
My hair is just no longer long.
Lady, if you need to run your fingers through anything of true importance, try my heart!
That’s really the ideal and only meaningful place for true love to start.
Alfredo Leon
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