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Sunday, August 6, 2006

Dandruff

' You've got dandruff! '
Was the little boys reply,
As the biggest, monstrous white flakes
Kept falling from the sky.
' You'd better see a doctor,
I no longer see your face! '
' Look out! Here comes the snow
Plow to help clean up this place.'
Now the sky was growing darker
As the day came to an end,
But the dandruff will keep falling
Till there's no more flakes to send.
Debora Soramaki
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