Hair dryer, my Quiet Styler
I shall miss your warm air
Blowing through my hair.
It's admirable, really.
The way you held on so long
You fought hard to stay on.
Fought till the end.
You were such a good friend.
Winters would be cold with out you.
You gave me warmth,
And took away the wet.
So, you have my vote.
If there is a hair dryer heaven,
You'll get in, I bet.
(March 2, 2011)
(March 2, 2011)
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