rush aroundfly from here to there
wearing my hair wings,
a couple of rings
humid sparks
and flyaways
dream of sun
and better
hair days
in the mirror
i don't dare
to look, to stare
from here to there
i blink real quick
and then I duck
glad I looked
something's stuck
between my teeth
like a tiny branch
poking out
of a wreath
quick I rinse
look for floss
quick I blink
put on gloss
but i don't
stare
at my humid
hair
to my eyes
it wouldn't be fair
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