I have no hair, but I hold it in place, I frame the top of a smiling face. I can be a colorful plastic ring, Or a stretchy, soft, and fabric thing. I crown your head but I’m not a king,

What state does the hippie’s wife live in?

I link two souls, no matter the space, A shared fate, a quantum embrace. When one is known, the other's state is cast, A connection that forever will last.

Reduce your aspirations towards this lofty tower

Jack, Jim, and Jose sell it liquid. Dry, it means to endure the wicked.