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Haircut, Bad Haircut
The winter Nebraska plain is bald
Denuded
Snow lies over nuclear follicles
Panic is reached
Not enough courage
To continue shaving down atomic stubble
Missiles grow tall lines of smoke
Too sad for the barber to shear away
The bombs fall
To the floor
Sweeping away all the barbershops
Reducing them to rubble
Bad hair day
