No Hair Nose Hair|
'You're allowed to grow on top of my head,'
I screamed aloud til my face turned blood red
The man in this mirror is looking so bald
He looks just like me so I pouted and bawled
This epic of my life my bones seem to creak
It makes me so sad tear's flow like a creek
I need to unwind maybe ride on a ferry
spending change from an overworked tooth fairy
Oh what can I say this epoch is through
But wait there's new hope , my nose hairs look new.
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