Ode to My Hair

If my hair were a tree

I’d climb it.


I’d kneel down beneath

and enshrine it.


I’d treat it like gold

and then mine it.


Each day before school

I unwind it.


And right before games

I entwine it.


These locks on my head,

I designed it.


And one last thing if

you don’t mind it:


That bet you just made?

I DECLINE IT.

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