I am Going To Bed Until My Hair Grows Out
I am going to bed until my hair grows out
A month a year I do not care
It is bobbed, butchered and ruined no doubt
So I’m going to bed till my hair grows out
Halt the mail and hold my calls
Store my stuff in ole mothballs
Give away my favorite dolls
I will be old when my hair grows out
*Patience, personal evolution and creativity can all be learned from a single bad haircut.
Reminder: Getting Me Back (The Voices Within) will be FREE April 18th through the 21st while we do this A Poem & A Picture by Me & of Me.
The Real Janna Hill 
Your hair looks cute short. Mine does not. And I know, because I’ve had the lousy haircut that would never grow out.
Loved the poem, Janna.
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Thanks Staci. If it weren’t for all the grease and mouse required to keep it from turning into a mushroom… 😦
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It looks cute actually but I’m guessing this wasn’t the look you expected or were going for. I’ve been there! When the person who usually cut my hair moved and I had to get my haircut somewhere else she ruined it and I hated my hair for like 6 months after that!
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Thanks Pooja, it is never the look I am going for. I have unrealistic expectations.Lol.
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Hahaha same here 😝
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Been there. I big hat and sunglasses help.
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Check. 😀
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This is true
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