Little Girls Hair

Little Girls Hair short poem

Clips, Clamps, Berets, and Bows.

School, church, playdates, she goes.

But that’s just the beginning of her poor hairs woes.

Down again? Up again. Knots again? Brush again.

Food again? Comb again. Gum again? Glue again?

Brush, and comb again.

Little girls hair.

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KS Kearns

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Writer, Poet, Artist. I am here for the chance of sharing my talents with people so they can enjoy my work. I have one book of poems, photography and paintings that is published, "Rambling Random Rhythms: A Book of Poems". I love being creative and I am excited to encourage others as well.
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Jayshree Murali
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it is a cute poem !

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