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January 6, 2011
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We curl,
We cut,
Snip snip
Until our clients are pleased.
We sweetly sweep
With a swoosh
Though sometimes
We sneeze.
We twirl the chair,
Like a spinning mop
Spritzing and spraying
Until the clock says stop.
When the door opens,
Out goes the hair,
But the pedestrians passing by,
Don’t seem to care.





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Ms. J. said...
Jan. 25, 2011 at 10:20 am

Great poem! We love all of the sounds elements!

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