Cancer Journal #67 Feb 16



                                                        Delilah cut my Hair.  

                                              It happened just the other day.                                                                                                                          It was gettin' kinda long.                                                                                                                                  I'd been saying it was in my way.                                                                                                                      I did it and I feel just fine.
                                              Didn't feel like letting my freak flag fly.
                                              And I don't think I owe it to anyone.

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