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Tales From Prom Night

A cowlick springs up right when it shouldn't Can a comb strike it down I'm afraid it couldn't An application of grease looks to keep the peace 'Til - drat - it springs up again ~ I think you know when

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/26/2021 1:26:00 AM

Yes I do. I have the same cowlick, and my daddy did also.

Rama Balasubramanian

Date: 2/19/2021 3:10:00 AM

If I get it right, you are taking of hair strands sticking out. I have experienced it and must say, they are adamant. Nothing works at times

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/19/2021 11:48:00 AM

You're right, of course: "Nothing works at times." Then again, how easy is it to lick a cow?! lol. Thanks, Rama. Peace, Gershon

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 2/18/2021 8:38:00 PM

Actually, this makes me think of Alfalfa from the Little Rascals!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/19/2021 11:47:00 AM

Interesting... and revealing for me! I glanced at your comment, and what did I see: 'Alfalfa from the Little Racists.' I guess I'm 'overtaxed' with all the nonsense going on these days more than I thought, eh?! Postively Freudian. :) gw