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I am a man who happily and hairfully came of age in the long-hair sixties, a man who felt a biblical kinship with Samson and, not withstanding his own better and hipper tastes, always sang joyfully along with the Cowsills and their love of "...long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka-dotted; twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered, and confettied, bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied!" - hair that is.
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