Sunday, 21 February 2010

RASTY HAIR

rasty hair, battered and free.
sitting on the crown of my head with ease.
like a sculptured piece of art,
never gives in to passerbys.
others just put their hands in it,
because they can't resist the temptatation.

rASTY HAIR,ON MY HEAD
when you are fully grown then the party begins.
in full style, i can further glid the paths b4 me.
others try to yank a piece of you but oops too late.
so i count down the long days, one, two.. fade out

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