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Silvering SwirlsA Poem by Tricia PattinsonLove my silver tresses. |
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movement...luxury afroA Poem by Shirlenahair frustrations...woe, woe is HAIR |
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AlopeciaA Story by Emylie RifleyI don't remember the event, not clearly, I just remember it was in my Pre-K year of school. My mother, once a beauty school student and Miss Nevada, w.. |
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Our hair.A Poem by TessaI don't know who this was about. Or when I wrote it. But it was a very long time ago, and I just so happened to find it on my computer. |
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Gone and Back AgainA Poem by Micheala DoverA Girl With Cancer |
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HairA Poem by Stephanie MThis is a humorous poem. |
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RapunzelA Poem by EnigmaLocked high in a towerher parents weredead, a girl onceforgotten, was to be wed.The town down bellow was all sick and red,the masses all riled the peo.. |
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Silver and GreyA Story by Jack DansonThis story is about life after youth has fled and few pleasure are left to be found. |
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AmsterdamA Poem by JohannaI´m sorry for adding so many poems in one day.. but I just couldn´t help it |
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Nothing is More Special Than Talking to YouA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueTalking to the beloved |
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Unwanted Tiny Flower in the Beloved’s HairA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueMay be she loves me, May be not, But one moment, Let me feel ‘love’ even if temporarily. I wished something, A.. |
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Hazelnut hair -1-A Poem by Sugar Plum ♥hair, love, attachment, smell, hazelnuts |
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RevelationA Poem by ScrayVyleSomething I wrote when I was laying in bed, contemplating life. I was a bit upset. |
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Her auburn hairA Story by ~Sarah~ Idríel The..'and she flew like a phoenix' |
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PART OF YOU.A Poem by Terry CollettA HAIR ON OUR DEAD SON'S SHIRT. |
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I BleedA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueWhen you stop smiling, I bleed, When you don’t let the breeze touch your hair, amazing, I bleed. I do lose blood when m.. |
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She is Very Special!A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueShe is very special, I adore her for her kindness! Very bold at times, Helen’s hair is nothing compared to the thickness, That he.. |
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Golden HairA Poem by NyanachiThis thing that reaches all over me,Sprouting from my head, rushing down my legs.Hair, oh why do you torment while embracing me?Tangling my body with .. |
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