She lowered hair,
As fine as gold,
Her lips were pursed,
Her eyes were bold.
Her hair went on,
It touched the floor,
It didn't stop,
It ran some more.
For leagues her hair:
Did shine and glow,
She'd have to carry
- it in tow.
Bare, soft feet,
And chiselled hands,
She didn't care,
For girl hair bands.
'They'd always snap!'
She said to me,
Looked at her hair,
'But don't you see?'
'My hair is long,
Annoying, but mine,
No one else's...
Has gleam and shine!'
I watched her smile,
And knew her right,
Admired her hair,
All through the night.
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