Get Out Of My Hair Poems - Poems about Get Out Of My Hair

What is the mystery of hair? Beauty that regales Curls as song Knots that bind, Touches that long. Blondes play in the sun, Tempting amber shades, Brunnetes brown and dark Flirt with young age. Fragrance fetching amorous smiles Coconut oil dripping from soft braids Decorating flowers falling to the ground Without a strand frayed. A conception of love. ...

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hair accessories I wear come in bright colors, like vibrant rainbow ...

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Toupee, or not toupee, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler on the head to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous alopecia or to take wigs against a sea of baldness, wear them as a buffer, the whips and scorns stem, and by opposing end them. Ay, that's the nub. With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) ...

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Coocoo doodle I do, Not every day I coo, What Mum can do, I can – My skin needs a sun tan. My hair with homemade curls, My makeup shines like pearls. I'm just a baby, see, Acting adult, maybe. Bring napkins for wee-wee, Ensure fun flows for free. Tie me nappies for poo. And bandage my boo-boo. Baby guys will whistle, Love – their own epistle. While I...

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by the hair of my chinny chin chin I wonder some days whose body I’m in personality a secret, some days you see from not only you, but also to me...

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(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics) Well, it's so long since I saw you, Sister Golden Hair surprise. Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, you can't see it in my eyes. Now I want better correspondence, I am not so hard to find. And I promise you I'll make it worth your while. Will I meet you there in...

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There was an old man from Fargo, With a wife whose name was Margo. They were quite the pair Neither had much hair They traveled the world with no cargo! ...

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Saw you just a week ago Couldn’t bring myself to say hello Still, you’re on my mind I can’t forget the way you looked Hair light brown and eyes of blue Never even spoke with you You still linger on my mind I may not be in love with you But someday I sure hope...

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I admit I've lost my hair, but you won't hear me cry or swear. Gershon's comment gave me hope, so now I have a way to cope. I will take a different tack, and wish that it comes back....

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the breeze lifted her sunlit hair danced to and fro a moment there her flowery skirt swayed to a melody no orchestra played ...

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Sirius is approaching the gate dragging the hot and humid like bait. Scorching dog days are back. A violent attack! I fear I will burn my shaven pate! ...

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I once knew a lad, name of Fred It seems that a cow licked his head His back hairs went one way While his front hairs did stay ...

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I remember brushing my hair in the dark hearing the electricity zap my twin and I used to touch the air, getting shocked laughing about it this was enormously fun when we were ten...

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when I young I was well and tell my friends split ends my hair not fair but clean not mean I wash and brush my locks like ducks to say like fay I sing and swing and fly not cry to dry not fry under hot air my own full grown long hair black hair love you just you sweet you black you! ...

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Renee Vivien English Translation Words to My Love by Renée Vivien translation by Michael R. Burch This is Vivien’s “coming out” poem, although the term wasn’t coined until many years after Vivien’s death. The poem was written about forbidden love to a girlfriend and lover. Please understand me: an unusual creature, not so very good, or bad; perhaps a bit...

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