A hair, tucked
over my bald head
took a girlish flavour
It romped
Frolicking forth
my heart, surround
It was easy blush
to auburn my heart, than
To colour my hair
I pitied those braided nurse,
That took a cap
In its trite cusp
A lone hair, did
A worthy hunk; double
Plaiting my heart
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