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To a shampoo bottle sitting idle – a poem

Posted on March 21, 2015March 21, 2015 by Jeffrey Morgan

As someone who suffers alopecia areata I’m somewhat ambivalent about hair. While showering yesterday, rubbing bar soap on my skull, I peered into the alcove and spied my abandoned shampoo bottle. Having recently enjoyed a long stint with hair, I didn’t have the heart to toss it yet.

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