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.


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