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Thank Goodness!

She tossed her curly mop.

The frizzy thing of keratin (and some moss).

She needed a haircut, badly.

Yet, she dared not visit a saloon, even till Unlock.20!

She wondered why the folk mourned,

About being in pyjama bottoms, she loved them so.

She destested makeup that highlighted her ‘forever-acne’.

Was content sporting a head visor all day!

Thank goodness she exclaimed

That masks were the need of the hour.

It spared her from donning lipstick,

That never failed to leave her looking dour!

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Written by Natasha Sequeira

PP Pioneer

Bare and Burdened

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