Brushing her beautiful locks of hair
She admired her curly bouncing colour of blonde
The sunshine caught her beauty
The rays of light did bounce
Her golden shades of yesterdays
Began to spread in every ounce
As she walked past all that drew close
Her hair she wanted to grab hold
Of her soft shoulders touch
Of delicate breathlessness unfold
She was almost like Rapunsel
But she was not locked away
She was walking along the stony pathway
Enjoying a Summers day
As sea air threw her hair back
It brushed it through the breathless air
Men and women alike
Admired her pretty locks of hair
As spirals of arranging performance
Danced along their merry way
She kept her wonderful locks in doors
At least for another day
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