Old Hair

Hail! Hail! A wicked storm to behold Scary as hell, as we watch the violence unfold We feared for our safety Cowered at it's intensity Thank goodness no damage, but my hair got old

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Funom Makama

Date: 5/20/2017 12:44:00 PM

This is excellent, precised and highly intellectual. A huge 7 for me.

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 5/19/2017 9:04:00 PM

You mean your hair wasn't already old?//Mine fell out long ago I'm told//Gotta go shop//for a new crop//wherever those head rugs are sold. HAIL ON JACKSON!!!

Jack Ellison
Date: 5/20/2017 7:46:00 AM

For some reason, I figured you had a massive amount of gorgeous, almost grey hair!!! So can you buy an Elvis type rug???? LOL HAIL ON JOHN JOHN!!!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/19/2017 8:38:00 AM

A twist ending! I guess a storm could turn you gray!

Jack Ellison
Date: 5/19/2017 8:44:00 AM

LOL I know it's hard to believe but I was young and vibrant and handsome before the storm... now look at me!!! Huggsies, Old Jack xxx