2002 Poetry

silver comb

silver comb

comb my hair

comb my hair

make it beautiful

meant to be stared

omit its folds

omit its tangles

dandruff and

split ends

are sure

a put off

make it vanish

and forever

be off

through your

tender care

every strand

will surely cope

my scalp

my hair

they are my crown

the wallop of air

may ruin

their strands

but through

your stroke

the beauty

will gallop

and if this

goes on

I'll be

the epitome

seated on

the right


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