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My untrimmed hair

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At once I am your grizzly bear though not entirely bare
I shall soon be there at your stair to get  hair repair

In front and rear, she is always near
Somewhere if not everywhere I can hope to get trimmed my hair
I begin to stare here and there in my lair

Where is my cute mayoress so so fair always willing to trim my hair? 

Best at care she gave me the glare with caress and en clair, is she nowhere? An honest prayer for my hair
There and here she is my compeer far and near and she alone can draw the waves of my hair threadbare
She will trim my hair into a fine layer
Pears on a nearer tree and free

Me and she make a worthy hairy pair! Come now weave my hair with a bouncy, snappy flair

Just she to trim my once lofty now crumpled, worn out hair.

An ode to the broken man

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He lies under the shadow of the  reading spotlight  hearing the glisten in the eeriness of his soul

Don't  mock the broken man

He smells of going fishing with friends and his fine lass walking back on the pale grass
 The memories keep playing truant not the  dreams he sees of them then and now...

Don't mock the broken man
He gets visions of her bosom and his hands never wanting to let go as she first helped him slide them inside her black denim shirt 
Romancing to make him feel her under the skirt skin

Don’t mock the broken man

Rich forever he shall be. Memories for breakfast and same for  dessert. They in unison stroked and smoked weed and satisfied their greed
Best indeed
Don't mock the broken man

Has dawn knocked?  He hears the crows and parrots outside the balcony trying to peep
 for their pointed beak feeling a wee weak
A gush of yesteryear gets him...

Will you mock the broken man?