She lost her wig in the wind
It lifted right off her head
Like a possessed black bird
Half-flying half-stumbling
Through the paying gate
Out onto the busy freeway
Dodging cars and flying feet
Only to get by a wall arrested
And taken to the pound
To sit in a dusty cage
And dream of that lonely head
Where she had made a home
Now all its thoughts have flown
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