THE HAIR

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    THE HAIR
    I look in the sink
    And what do I see
    A hair just laying there
    Staring at me

    I call to my mother
    But she's not home
    I call to my sister
    But she's on the phone

    I turn on the faucet
    Try to flush it with water
    But the hair just lays there
    So I turn it up hotter

    I scream at the hair
    I curse and I swear
    But the hair just lays there
    And says..."I'm just laying here and staring to stare!"

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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