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Hair Dye and Others
For The Massively White-Haired
And comments on it he'd heard:
The ever youthful old,
Who cannot his vexed arms fold;
Could keep wishing to head hide,
As folks troop out for a ride...
For those Nature ate their pie,
Who would soonest breathe a sigh
And they must recover it
Or fall into nearby pit...
One thing to like about Dye:
To Disliked colors Good-Bye;
The fainter ones on garments
That keep igniting laments;
For Grey Hairs and sickly ones
Every strand changing at once...
Dye for seekers to not die
And help their busy roads ply.
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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