Hair Scare

I was put in a chair, And draped with a smock. I had no say, I couldn’t really talk.
He sprayed my head, He reached for his clippers. I closed my eyes, After seeing shiny scissors.
I called for my mom, I said a long prayer. My hair was flying, My head was bare.
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