The Barbers Strap Poem

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A barber's strap, a razor's gleam,
A steady hand, a practiced theme.
The chair reclines, the cape is set,
A customer with eager fret.
The lather spreads, the brush a whirl,
The razor glides with graceful twirl.
Whiskers fall with each precise stroke,
The barber's art, a timeless spoke.
Conversation flows, stories shared,
The barber's skill, with pride declared.
A symphony of snips and trims,
A transformation from the brims.
A final touch, a splash of scent,
The customer, with looks content.
A sharp new look, a confident air,
The barber's strap, a master's flair.