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I'm such a blonde. It just doesn't make sense for me to have dark hair.

quote by Jessica Simpson
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Suicide Blonde

(a farriss & m hutchence)
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Was the colour of her hair
Like a cheap distraction
For a new affair
She knew it would finish
Before it began
Something tells me you lost the plan
Chorus
You want to make her
Suicide blonde
Love devastation
Suicide blonde
You want to make her
Suicide blonde
Love devastation
Suicide blonde
She stripped to the beat
But her clothes stay on
White light everywhere
But you cant see a thing
Such a squeeze
A mad sad moment
Glory to you
Glory to you
Take me there
Take me there
Got some revelation
Put into your hands
Save you from your misery
Like rain across the land
Dont you see
The colour of deception
Turning your world around again
Chorus

song performed by by INXS
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Dylan doesn't have to make Blonde On Blonde every time.

quote by Warren Zevon
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Manami

I am Sorry. I am sorry those are the only words I can put to effort I am sorry I was not there to tell you good night, I am sorry that I wasn't there for your recitals. I am sorry I was not there to brush your hair, or get you ready for prom, I am sorry that I was not at you graduation that balmy June day. I am sorry that I was not at your wedding, to your dark haired handsome husband now that I look back and wish I could brush your blonde hair or to see your smiling face but, only in my dreams no more will I see the face of my young. I am sorry that I am your mother and for not being there when you need me the most so forgive me my sweet brown eyed blonde hair and with light tanned skin. Manami. I am Sorry.

poem by Raine Uchiha
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That Doesn't Make Sense

Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
Because you have become successful...
Doing what you have always done,
They feel you will become less successful,
If they ignored you?
I don't get it!
That doesn't make sense!
Haven't they always ignored you?
And you, them?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
If you ignored them better than they have ignored you,
Wouldn't that make you even more successful?
And that's what you've done in the first place?
Maybe they're trying to get you to notice they're ignoring you?
And you're not paying them any attention?
But that's what's going on anyway?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!

'I know!
And less of it is being made everyday!
Hopefully this will become very lucrative? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dumb Blonde-It Seems True

People call me a dumb blonde
sometimes it seems true
i trip over my own feet
and i cant find the answer to an easy math problem
can the color of your hair change how you act?
if its true ill dye my hair pink
green
red
blue
silver
anything but blonde!
i love how it looks but i dont wanna be stupid!
Dumb Blonde?
I guess so

poem by Izzy Barnwell
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My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde. Now I just have mood hair.

quote by Julia Roberts
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Sorrow

With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow
Sorrow
You acted funny trying to spend my money
Youre out there playing your high class games of sorrow
Sorrow
You never do what you know you oughta
Something tells me youre a devils daughter
Sorrow, sorrow
Ahhhh, oo, oooo
I tried to find her
cause I cant resist her (I tried to find her)
I never knew just how much I missed her
Sorrow
Sorrow
With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow
Sorrow
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, ho-ho
With your long blonde hair
I couldnt sleep last night
With your long blonde hair
Hu hu hu
Hu hu hu yeah
Hu hu hu
Hu hu hu yeah
Hu hu hu
Hu hu hu yeah

song performed by by David Bowie
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Magical Mystery Tour

I am in this low-slung sports car
painted a deep, rich yellow
driving under an Italian sun.
I have a British accent.
I'm wearing dark shades
an expensive silk shirt.
there's no dirt under my
fingernails.
the radio plays Vivaldi
and there are two women with
me
one with raven hair
the other a blonde.
they have small breasts and
beautiful legs
and they laugh at everything I
say.

as we drive up a steep road
the blonde squeezes my leg
and nestles closer
while raven hair
leans across and nibbles my
ear.

we stop for lunch at a quaint
rustic inn.
there is more laughter
before lunch
during lunch and after
lunch.

after lunch we will have a
flat tire on the other side of
the mountain
and the blonde will change the
tire
while
raven hair
photographs me
lighting my pipe
leaning against a tree
the perfect background
perfectly at peace
with
sunlight
flowers
clouds
birds
everywhere.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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That Girl....

I see her walk down the halls everyday
The girl with the dirty blonde hair with black streaks
Her blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall

The innocent sparkle of those gorgeous pale green eyes
Her strawberry lips make her lovely words drift in my head
But the only thing I know is she's that girl......

Even though I have no idea who she is she's still beautiful
Oh I know who she is now.....shes me from 4 years ago
But to me she'll forever be that girl.....

poem by Justina Nicole Haner
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I dyed my hair blonde in that movie, so my head doesn't match my grill.

quote by Joe Pesci
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Just because I've got blonde hair and haven't been to Bosnia doesn't mean I'm a bimbo. I am still a serious journalist.

quote by Jill Dando
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I Don't Get It

(I Dont Get It) I dont get why you take such a big amount of what we
Work so hard to f*ckin' make I don't get why we can't do
What we want to when it doesn't hurt you I don't get it
I don't get why we can't smoke
Just because you say it's bad
What mother nature chose to grow I don't get it I don't why we should change
What we said here to so
We dont have to expalin I don't get it I can't make sense of anything
I can't make sense of anything I can't make friends with anyone
I don't get anything at all It doesn't matter anymore

song performed by by Lit from Tripping the Light Fantastic
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All Canadian Surf Club

Well there's a rockin' little spot
Next to the Regent Theatre
And if you wanna make the scene
You'll make it sooner or later
You're really hanging with the crowd
You know the ins and the outs here
All Canadian Surf Club
Denim jackets and long hair

Well we're rocking to the beach
Watch the waves as they roll there
I meant I really dig you baby
Make me wild with your blonde hair
Yeah

song performed by by The Tragically Hip from The Tragically Hip
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My hair got lighter, and I gradually went blonde. I liked it. Had more fun. But my image of myself in my head is this dark-haired person.

quote by Lisa Kudrow
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Writes

He seems to be
Doing drugs and
Drinks...
As whatever
He writes
Doesn't
Make
Much
Sense
To me.

Maybe,
Whenever he
Writes...
He's so very
Intoxicated
On a high,
That his
Sanity
Bids him
Goodbye,
And the
Utter
Nonsense
That he
Writes...
Doesn't
Make
Much
Sense
To me ;)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Colorado Girl

A Colorado girl captures my eye,
Such a beauty I have come by.
Eyes as blue as the lovely sea,
Hair as blonde as blonde can be.

I wish I knew this Colorado girl,
Who knows what emotions we could unfurl.
If only I could hear her voice,
That alone would make me rejoice.

A Colorado girl too far away,
A distance that leaves me in utter dismay.
If only she could hear my plea,
For love that may forever never be.

poem by Adam McKim
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Hair today gone tomorrow

Some people have got a lot of hair
whilst others have hardly any at all
many have a thick looking mop
for a lot it's just a bright shiny ball.
It's there to cover a persons head
shades of black, brown, blonde, and grey,
some of it stays firmly in place
but in the wind a wig can be blown away.
Women like to try different styles
they can become a redhead overnight
but always say their hair looks nice
that's if you don't want to start a fight.
As you get older it starts to change colour
your dark locks can even turn white
that's when a lot of folk start to dye it
but for some reason it never looks right.
So if your hair is starting to fall out
or you've got not one hair on top
just think of all the money you'll save
with no more trips to your local barber shop!

poem by Kevin Halls
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My Prince Charming

I'm looking for a man, a prince of a man. He
doesn't have to be knockout gorgeous like
the one who bedazzled Cinderella, nor does
he have to be as tall, dark or handsome as
any typical fairy-tale man.
He doesn't necessarily have to be athletic,
there will be no need for him to climb a tall
tower on braided hair, swing from vines tree
to tree, nor fight his way through briars to kiss
me on the lips.
He doesn't have to be a giant but he must be
a few feet taller than the tallest seventh dwarf,
or at least as tall as two of them combined.

I'm looking for a man, one who's as hot as a
gingerbread man fresh out of the oven. He
must possess more fashion sense than
Robin Hood yet have his good aim, especially
in bed. And while in bed, he can howl like a
wolf if he wants to, but I better never find him
dressed up in my grandmother's clothes.
It would be okay if he chose to live life a
little dangerously, but he must possess
enough sense to know when not to sit on a
wall and fall and break his head.
In all instances he must be able to look me
in the eye and tell me the truth and not
make me have to chant, Liar, liar, pants on
fire while his nose grows longer inch by inch.
If he eats my bowl of porridge he has to be
able to fess up and I never want to have to
ask him, Who's been sleeping in my bed?
He must have his wits about him and have
enough common sense to know whether he's
wearing a new set of clothes or is in fact,
butt naked.
It's okay if he lets off a little steam now and
then, but he can't be a bully and must never
huff and puff, cigarettes.
If you meet the above qualifications, give me a
call. Who knows, if we hit it off, we just might
have the chance to live happily ever after.
The End.

poem by Betty Bleen
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Don't Let It Bother You

Everytime I see you,
You appear to have nothing on your mind.
As if you are happy all the time.
To me this doesn't make sense.

'Don't let it bother you.
You should see me when I am in a good mood.
On those days I feel ecstatic.
But I'll settle for just being happy.
Some things are out of my control.'

What you've said doesn't make sense to me.

'Don't let it bother you.
You appear to have enough as it is on your mind.
And I don't want to imagine,
What that must be like.'