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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Singapore Border Blues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came by bus in a swirl of dust in the summer of seventy two.<br>I was young, I was poor, I hoped to score but I really hadn't a clue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The seats were hard; I was on my guard when we bolted from the bus.<br>The border was there, but I had long hair so they readied to hassle us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were men in blue, a few women too, taking our arrival card.<br>They saw my face, they knew their place, they were going to make it hard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You have an air; you have long hair so you must observe our laws&quot;<br>So Kate my friend did a bend and pulled out her best scissors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She got to work, without a jerk and as quick as a Christmas sale, <br>She snip here, she snip there until my scalp was bare and pale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face turned sour, this was not my hour and he gave me back my case, <br>&quot;You littered the floor, there's the door, you're not welcomed at this place.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I left my hair and without much care, I turned and went on with our trip.<br>My head was bald but I wasn't cold and we eventually caught a ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's been many a year, and Kate's gone from here since that incident.<br>I have a wife, I have a life and I have been quite content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I travelled wide, gone with the tide and corners of the world I saw.<br>I made it a rule, it was even cool, to make sure to avoid Singapore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until one day, it would be fair to say, that the city needed my skills, <br>Return this way, there's plenty of pay, enough to cover my bills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flight was easy, I was never queasy, so I walked into the arrival hall: <br>Airport was clean, like a big machine, but the impression: good overall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men were in blue, a woman there too, who took the pass from my hand, <br>She gave a smile to greet, offered a sweet and welcomed me to this land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a small fee, I took the M.R.T., and the ad. there made me stare<br>Phone Beijing 101*, to have this done: Singapore will re-grow my hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>In memory of <br>Kate Langley<br>1953 - 2006 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">*Beijing 101 have hair restoration clinics in Singapore</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roy+Lee">Roy Lee</a><div class=q>
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