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Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Haircut (POEM)


Zzzzzzzzzz, went the Remington shaver.
Zzzzzzzzzz, went I
in the warm embrace of the barber’s leather chair.
“Going anywhere nice on your holidays?”
he asks.
Zzzzzzzzzz, I reply.
Dreaming about Magaluf.

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