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barbsdad2003
Oct 30, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

An Early Morning's Few Moments' Inattention

 

In my absentmindedness this wretched Tuesday morn,

As is the all too common, frequent norm,

 

I ply the wily, wicked comb

With ill-concealed intention

 

For to let that comb quite freely roam

Clean through the messed-up hair atop my head.

 

I think it was my wife who called ...

And from the bedroom rudely said:

 

“You really ought to not forget

Once more anew just how you're plainly bald.”

 

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IKnowNoBox

18 years 6 months ago

Chuck I feel for you

as I is grayish through and thru-ish at the age of 36ish natures mark of wisdom... I wish... Box ink, In No
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barbsdad2003

18 years 6 months ago

What?!

Is there no sympathy for my earning a rank vote of one from some unidentified person on this piece?! Yours, Chuck PS: Actually, I gain a benefit from practically no pateful hair: There's less gray for anyone to behold. And indeed you do have my sympathy for being in possession of such premature (er, distinguished) grayness. (Perhaps it's the price that must be paid for the curse of holding wisdom beyond one's years---as you do.)
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 12 months ago

David

If I may - you have that nice distinguished silver. The kind that blends nice. I know you have no idea what I'm talking about.... must be a girl thing... Trust me when I say though, you should not feel bad about it at all. :~) ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 12 months ago

That's why...

.... my better half just sets the trimmers to 1/2 an inch, and zzzooop! No muss, no fuss, and no worries on combing. I'm trying desperately hard to stifle a giggle at your wife's comment, though. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"