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TOUPEE OR NOT TOUPEE
That is the question!
Just who is he kidding
That man over there
A greying moustache
And brilliant brown hair
He assumes he looks young
And vibrant and smooth
But shall I go over
And tell him the truth
Shall I ruin his day
As he sits outside the café posing
While all around in the heat
Of the afternoon dozing
Shall I tell him he's a fool
To go back to his roots
While others stride by
In their Armani suits
A slight breeze arises
And he rushes inside
Hate to see his wig cast off
And down the road glide
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