Mr. T - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
I see guys, their haircuts
Mr. “T” comes to mind.
Some called him crazy
Others found him funny.
Now his kind of haircut
Is favoured, by scouts.
The same was with pierce
Scared or beauty; and beard.
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