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Created on: May 14, 2008
There it resides on the top of my head
That cantankerous gray hair
The one that I dread
I apply hair products boasting various uses
But it stands tall and defiantly refuses
To be tamed by my hand
And yield to the command
To lie flat and not stand
And so it continues to live on my head
That cantankerous gray hair
The one that I dread
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