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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa....
Damnit..
When I say trim,
I MEAN TRIM!
Damnit...
Now my hair is bloody short...
As if there's no hair at all.
Freak!
Nevermind.
As I do with all hurdles,
I will cross this one with grace and with my head held high.
Dig that!
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