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Scyllacat's hair, it's always there.
Black dreads that stick up in the air.
Oh! What flare, Oh! What glare!
This is an ode to Scyllacat's hair.
Scyllacat's hair, though not very rare
Causing every newb and millionaire
All to stare, in despair,
They all wished they had his hair.
Scyllacat's hair, it really is fair
Even if sometimes it gives us a scare
But to Scyllacat's hair, none can compare,
I just ran out of rhymes, so the poem ends here.
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Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed this little humor. I'm trying out new styles of poetry.
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