Half Price Poem by Lamar Cole

Half Price



One Saturday morning, Garrett was in a feisty mood.
And to his barber, he became very rude.
I'm partially bald and my haircut should be half priced he said.
The barber told him, I don't charge by the amount of hair.
I charge by the head.

Friday, July 7, 2017
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