HairA Poem by AngieHair love.
The hair of a madwoman
and I don’t care. A witch, a wild thing! But those adjectives have a nice ring. Different shades of dark and gold, silver and grizzly bear brown. Washed and air-dried frizzy and worn down. Untouched by heated torture devices and treated with care. If I can be myself, then so can my hair. © 2012 AngieReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 9, 2012 Last Updated on May 9, 2012 Tags: hair, witch, grizzly bear Author
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