@bellwak
Growing up, the barbershop
was a peaceful quiet stop
where the barber, clad in white,
clipped my hair til it was tight.
Redolent of aftershave,
with old men in a deep conclave.
It was always nice and clean,
someplace where a man could preen.
Nowadays, it's very strange --
barbershop as target range.
Glad am I my head's gone bare,
else Kevlar vests I'd have to wear.
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