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When I was a kid, my dream was to be a farmer and marry Charlie Brown. I wanted to rescue him and make him happy. Besides, he was always lusting after the little redhead girl.

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Irish Hairdresser

My hearts pounding
Every hair stands
On end
Her beauty, my trap
So young and innocent
Double blades
Clipping
Hair today
Gone tommorow
Diced on the deck
Gleaming eyes
On her redhead
Feelings like this
Don't come often
Monthly, not soon enough
Seems like eternity
My growth is slow
I'm wanting to see her
Quickly
Rushing to the store

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poem by Matt Mondschein
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Rivals

From long time friends to bitter foes
From boon companions to friends estranged
The cute little redhead accomplished that
but it was nothing she'd prearranged
So delicate, so beautiful
with eyes a deep Aegean blue
Of course I made a play for her
She wasn't going home with you
Yes, her kisses were as sweet
as you imagined they must be
The reality was better still
warming an autumn evenings chill
I was the first to take the risk
that’s why I was the one she kissed
My actions weren’t the least bit shady
but faint hearts never win fair Ladies

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Laura Said It Wasn't Red

Look real quickly over there
The hottest girl with auburn hair
She's a beauty not a queen
Queens don't come in red and green

Redhead hot now it's your turn
She will make your fingers burn
Laura said, 'it isn't red!
' 'Auburn is it's shade instead'

Redheads quickly fog my glasses
Redheads have the hottest asses
Watch out for their terse replies
Redheads wise and cause demise

I loved Laura with hair not red
Then i begged her into bed
Laura's body was divine
The demise was mine all mine

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poem by Beau Golden
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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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Count Yourself Lucky

Every time you frown when I speak and
stop me summarily - I get angry - then
remember the formula to stop my self-
righteous indignation escalating:

Reminding myself I am guilty of doing the
same thing, I also refuse to listen when
you wax boring, we learn not to mention
things we don't want to be hurt about

I also learn to say no when you ask me
to do a thing I heartily detest - your cold
approach teaches to be happy refusing
favours when I feel quite obstinate

After exposure to your caustic refusals
to listen to me! (Can it so bad to listen
to my explanation of Silent Night and
a fiery redhead being unfaithful?

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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Nursing You

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little carrot top,
little turned-up nose,
pushing you out of myself
as my mother
pushed
me out of herself,
as her mother did,
& her mother's mother before her,
all of us born
of woman.

I am the second daughter
of a second daughter
of a second daughter,

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poem by Erica Jong
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On the First Night

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little carrot top,
little turned-up nose,
pushing you out of myself
as my mother
pushed
me out of herself,
as her mother did,
& her mother's mother before her,
all of us born
of woman.

I am the second daughter
of a second daughter
of a second daughter,

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poem by Erica Jong
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Nursing You

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little carrot top,
little turned-up nose,
pushing you out of myself
as my mother
pushed
me out of herself,
as her mother did,
& her mother's mother before her,
all of us born
of woman.

I am the second daughter
of a second daughter
of a second daughter,

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poem by Erica Jong
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I sit in Teasers

I sit in Teasers
and there’s tenfold
of the most pretty
bare breasted girls around me,
but my thoughts
do not want to
be with them.

Light falls through
the yellow of the Hunters
in my glass
and throws a golden gleam
over the table
and my thoughts,
are with my life
that is fraying slowly
bit by bit.

The girls are merry
and maybe a man

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poem by Gert Strydom
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