There once was a balding man named Fred,
Who had just one long hair on his head;
He kept that hair slicked down,
On his head wound it around,
Til' it looked like a giant spool of thread.
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Some do find it difficult to give up on that last vestige. Others of us just embrace the futility. A fine write, Loyd. Best wishes, my friend. Richard