Mmmm...now i have been blamed for some things in my time but never hair loss!....i'll go and look for something religious now to redress the balance....;)
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Right....back to some kind of calm...
The Poem
Donald Hall
It discovers by night
what the day hid from it.
Sometimes it turns itself
into an animal.
In summer it takes long walks
by itself where meadows
fold back from ditches.
Once it stood still
in a quiet row of machines.
Who knows
what it is thinking?