Tuesday, July 18

Peace to all.

Grow your hair as long as you can, never stop
Because you'll never find another like me
He may look like me or have a degree in English
And the silken rays of planets may come sliding down
Your mind's filthy chimney
And the sun may grow until it explodes
But we're only little people after all
We don't really count at all
So grow your hair and let it go, as long as you can
I've never met a woman like you, so let it go
Let the beanstalk inside you grow without bound
And be the person you are meant to be
Or just be.

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