Bad Haircuts

Fri, 07/31/2015 - 19:01 -- lenzard

Why is it that Mother Nature

Blesses the winter

With an ivory coat and

Blesses the spring

With dazzling sunlight,

But cannot bestow upon her daughter

That same surrounding beauty-

Causing her child to spend an eternity

Regretting the mistakes she's made when

Unsuccessfully imitating

Such pulchritude through

Primitive cutting devices,

Leaving her more severed than before.

 

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