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Pandemic Hair NaPoWriMo Day 27

Pandemic Hair

Pandemic hair, what the hell?
Forty-three days of staying home
Who can stand this anymore?
My grey hair has grown so long
It’s unthinkable
I look like someone in a depression era photograph
Held captive
I got to cut this
Garden shears or paper cutter
Take it off
Now!