April 10, 2005

Hair, Hair

I once loved a woman with
Short hair that was a high blond.
She let it grow long for me.
It came out flaming red.
I thought I was cheating on my wife.
Then, she died.

I once loved a woman with
Long hair that was a low blond.
She kept it long for me.
It fell out from the chemo.
Now, I think I am cheating on my wife.
She dare not die.

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