Power emanating from his crowning glory,
His mane of heavy brown locks covers his glorious broad shoulders.
A proud and glorious sight to behold
In a span of 2 hours, each lock has now fallen to the ground.
The awesome mane shredded to pieces of scruff.
His shoulders bare, his tender skull exposed
A shadow of his former self, an echo of his former visage…
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