Men, aged and worn! Grey are the days, short and sparing, as the hairs are grey. Lost is the color, drowned in the drain, as only it could be lost. Bleak is the hope that once was there, for all men. If there be any in this barbershop, any dear friend of Rogaine, to him I say that my love for a full head of hair is no less than his. If then
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