Magenta Hair
By Larry R. Linville
Across the giant hall
I saw her magenta hair.
Did she want to impress
or was it just to scare?
She wasn’t a teen ager
must be something other.
Wasn’t just a childish thing
she was someone’s mother.
Must be expressing freedom
for what, I do not know.
Everyone looked at her
as she put on a show.
Did her hair match her clothes?
You really shouldn’t ask me.
It was so bright where she sat
preventing me to see.
I have magenta crocs
I’d be glad to donate
if it would help her looks
but I fear it is too late.
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
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