My Barber Manny
My barber Manny cuts my hairWith a surgeons skill
And an artists flair
He listens to my mundane woes
While brushing off my hairy clothes
He laughs at my tired old jokes
And talks about his aging folks
He knows how I feel
And what I think
Better than a high priced Shrink
All things said,in the end
Manny is less my barber
And more my friend
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