Like in the shower when I'm washing my hair
The
plughole's no longer clogged with fine lines
Of dark hair, causing a rise in
water
Levels, so that my feet splash as if they were
Paddling in the sea.
When I come to dry
It afterwards, ah bliss, so much quicker
But other times
I miss it's length. So why
Does everyone say I look younger? I
Don't know,
but they all do. Friday lunchtime
I'm typing this while no-one else is here
Sandwiches eaten, banana and tea
Still here by me. Feeling lazy. It's time
I
got on with work, but really, who cares?
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