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Wiggy

By Mark Quinn

Wiggy by Mark Quinn

I once had some hair,
it was firmly on my head.
Then came the wind
and it was brown bread.
It was sticky-taped down,
I’m sure I said.
I loved that head of hair
that was firmly on my head.

It took off like a sparrow
flying in the sky.
It looked so pretty,
flying up so high.
Up between the clouds
it was swirling so free.
If someone finds my hair,
return it, I plea.


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