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The Girl With the Tye-Dyed Hair (Free verse) by wilco
There's a girl in a downtown coffee bar.
You know the kind...
Where young hipsters and aging baby-boomers
congregate to wax poetic
about politics and music and stilted romance.
She sits with her pink, Lisa Loeb glasses
and her Charlotte Bronte Anthology..
sipping cappucino and gazing slightly
at the broken-hearted folk singer
who once asked her for a date.
She's thinking of something far away
or how the newest album from the standard,
un-commercial rock band
will change her life forever.
Regardless of the thoughts and dreams
running through this odd creature's mind,
I can't help but wonder how many hours
it might take to create such a pattern
upon a persons head.
I cautiously wander toward her,
almost in a daze.
Blinded by the brilliant color
radiating from atop this girl.
She eyes me bravely and without regard
for my brazen attempt at nonchalance.
And as I come closer I notice the sturdy
but slightly crooked grin upon her face.
I gather all my courage and ask the question
that is burning in the very center of my soul:
What, pray tell, possessed you to do this
to your beautiful head of hair?
And with her reply came an air of confusion,
much like puppy when asked a simple question.
"You seem to believe that my multicolored locks
are a statement of nonconformity and abnormal
by the look on your face.
But the answer to your query is a simple one:
I did it because I can."
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8095236
Weighted score: 6.7769775
Overall Rank: 433
Posted: March 28, 2004 8:03 PM PST; Last modified: March 28, 2004 8:22 PM PST
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"the very center of my soul" is overwritten.