Each time I wash anxiety out of my hair
My little voice of instinct whispers in my ear:
Thank you, Annie ...
For hanging in there ...
And taking good care of me
When I'd felt as itchy ...
As if I'd had lice...
Now that I feel free
Of those darn bug-a-boos
My spirit feels playful
So, I really appreciate
Your focusing with a positive bent
Until we'd washed those little buggers
Out of my mind—and—
I came clean, at last!
Ahhh—feels great to have a good hair day, again ...
Annie
J
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