I have very short hair. It's the only cute haircut I think I've ever had.
quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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With short hair you have to get a haircut every two or three weeks. And if you're coloring your hair, you have to color it that often. Every time I did it, I felt fraudulent.
quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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My haircut
My haircut,
It was a misserable time,
To watch my hair go,
Snip, snip, snip,
It drifts away in a silence unknown,
To all who have known,
The misserable haircut,
I love my hair,
But it had to go,
like seeing something die,
But i could never really weep,
It is sad to say goodbye,
My hair will grow back,
But only to see it go again.
poem by Trenton watson
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I used to have a sort of spiky haircut and it just feels better to have short hair again.
quote by Evan Dando
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Bad Haircut Day
You go to the salon with great expectations
and come back home with a style
that you wouldn't be caught dead with
and instead of a great big smile,
you frown and wash that hair right out
and do what you can with it.
When you're done you look in the mirror
and really have to admit
that most beauticians are clueless
about what they have to do
to make you look like you.
Now most men don't have this problem.
They seem to be satisfied.
At least you never hear them complain
and you know they've never cried
over a haircut, a haircut?
That's probably because when they were a boy
no one ever said,
'Is that hair your pride and joy
or just what's on your head? '
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Devil's Haircut
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
Crystals are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll
song performed by by Beck from Odelay
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It was a huge shock. I've never had hair that short in my life! I think the rest of the cast and crew were mourning my haircut more than I was! But after a while, I felt liberated, I learned to embrace it.
quote by Camilla Belle
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Angel Needs A Hair Cut
Angel is a white Shih Tzu with patterns of white and gold,
Angel also comes to the names of Ang, and Angie I am told.
Mrs. Gaylin is her proud owner along with her spouse,
Angel is really cute and quiet as a mouse.
Mrs. Gaylin said Angels needs a haircut soon,
Mrs. Gaylin will take her for a haircut maybe at noon.
Now Angel is a is a rescue dog Mrs. Gaylin also did say,
they adopted her on one sunny day.
Going for walks Angel does go,
she is one of the Shih Tzu's at the condo.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 27,2011
www.suechevalier.com www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I love changing my look. I would love, love, love to cut all my hair off into a really short, punky haircut.
quote by Katherine Heigl
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My Son, My Precious One
I had heard of the feelings of a mother for her son
But I never knew what it meant
Until my son, my precious one
As a gift from my God was sent
He was fat and cute, dark hair on his head
The first time they brought him to me
I felt such pride my heart nearly burst
For this was my son, Wesley
So much sheer pleasure he has given to me
This sweet little boy of mine
Time passes so fast and yet, seems so short
From birth the years past are nine
With hair now red and freckles a few
A dimple in his cute little chin
He can melt my heart, fade my temper away
When he gives me his cute little grin
Most times to me he is so sweet
And so rarely temper is seen
When mischief rises ever so high
In those beautiful eyes so green
He is my baby and always will be
And proudly his father’s son
So much love we give to him
Our son, our precious one
I thank God each day for giving to us
This one hundred percent little boy
Into our lives he brings so much
Our son, our most precious one.
poem by Sally Campbell
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Angel Needs A Hair Cut
Angel is a white Shih Tzu with patterns of white and gold,
Angel also comes to the names of Ang, and Angie I am told.
Mrs. Gaylin is her proud owner along with her spouse,
Angel is really cute and quiet as a mouse.
Mrs. Gaylin said Angels needs a haircut soon,
Mrs. Gaylin will take her for a haircut maybe at noon.
Now Angel is a is a rescue dog Mrs. Gaylin also did say,
they adopted her on one sunny day.
Going for walks Angel does go,
she is one of the Shih Tzu's at the condo.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 27,2011
www.suechevalier.com www.suzae.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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You Look Cute Today
Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'
'Hair's a mess; no make-up in sight;
These jeans have seen a better day.
I can't be cute. That's not right.
What a thing for dear dad to say.'
Maybe I'm thinking how cute you were
At one, ten, twenty and more…
Sweet and kind with a beautiful mind
And a countenance for all to adore.
Even on the phone or when I'm alone,
I'm right each time I say that
I love you and miss you
And have no doubt that…
You look cute today!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Get Your Hair Cut!
The perfect haircut suits you best,
Short back and sides, my lad!
So take your cash and go invest
In what makes most folks glad.
It's up to you to make the choice,
I gave you good advice...
So why look like the other boys,
When you could look quite nice?
I've seen you in the smartest suit
Let down by scruffy hair...
That's hardly what I'd call astute,
So almost debonair...
You used to be the one to watch,
The guy who had it all...
So why not take it up a notch?
Good-looking, standing tall.
Please get your hair cut soon as poss!
Don't dilly-dally, friend!
My word, it would impress the boss,
On that you can depend!
Keep up the good work that you do,
Eyes twinkling day by day!
Sit down, relax, snip-snip, you're through...
Thank God for that! Oi, vey!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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I used to get a haircut every Saturday so I would never miss any of the comic books. I had practically no hair when I was a kid!
quote by R.L. Stine
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Longer Thoughts
got long thoughts recently like long bamboo poles
with oil around its body
can't climb further
feeling the falling of
helpless ideas
the man sitting over there
says
idealism is lost and we are
hopeless
on the first day of November
above those fluffy skies
near Sulu sea
i sing a song about breaking
days, digging hearts from shallow graves
somehow i think sorrow must have
split ends
cut them and have them
their short hair
some bangs like cute kids
in Sunday church
i think I'll go out, and have a short run
sweat out and be mad.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Best Way to Comb the Blonde Hair
Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist
He cuts my hair short;
shorter than our short story..
He cuts my hair off;
off the last relationship..
Now it's 4 sharp in the afternoon,
i, wooden, seize the comb, wooden.
Mirror does not tell lies
age can only climb high.
the comb runs through my hair
my hair flows through somewhere
more strands of hair are gone..
more worries are born
I forget how I combed hair
back in those years..
A young blonde is coming..
and i gonna ask her this question.
poem by Garland Jodie Jeen
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Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.
A Molested Porcupine On My Head
Regarding the daily disintegration of my bad haircut
in awed astonishment, the moth-eaten ends forming
the outline of a badly battered mop
No amount of hair-spray, coaxing and determined blow-
waving can save the mutilated hair from resembling a
molested porcupine nestling on my head
Even greater my fascinated discovery that hubby thinks my
hair looks good, I made five backward somersaults in my
shock at his heresy, how strange the world
That he should like my Last-Of-The-Mohicans outline today,
I suppose I’m not a crocodile any more, more an electrified
hedgehog from now on...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Show Tune II
That's the long and short of it
now you know
how I've been waiting all these years
where I'm coming from
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
just how hot hot jazz was
how it turned about, my bookcase
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you know
that my arrest record's
not my best record
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
how the Past's like a love
you can neither leave nor live
that's the long and short of it
That's the long and short of it
now you know
it was no gun in my pocket
it was a rocket
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
and you're wond'ring dear
how I kept so pure
hull, it was easy
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
so bounce your head
into bed
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
read the blues
in these tattoos
make a song of it
that's the short and long of it.
How I wish
there was a bridge-
then I could burn it;
or the train
of a refrain
then I could board it
but there isn't
no there isn't, so...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Aging Gracefully
You asked if I'd still love you if you lost all of your hair
Your baldness seems a tragedy: you want more fullness there.
It's strange the way we always wish for what we seem to lack
And anything that goes away is what we'd welcome back.
But hair-well that might be a different story all together
We grow it long or cut it short depening on the weather.
In time, it seems to him there's no such thing as too much hair
She spends her evenings waxing and goes shopping for more Nair.
It really is amusing as we old folks go to bed
She has too much; he has too little hair upon his head.
Perhaps a doctor may invent a way we all can win
By building him a grand toupee with hair plucked from her chin.
poem by Suzanne McNamee
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The only rule is don't be boring and dress cute wherever you go. Life is too short to blend in.
quote by Paris Hilton
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