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Hair of Red
Born in 1947 a delicate post war child So shy was she and nervous too a flimsy fragile flower who when her mother took her out began to scream began to shout Her hair drew great attention from old dears far and wide titian with a hint of auburn shiny and sumptuous speckled with gold so shy she abhorred it old ladies adored it as they stopped in the street to Mother would speak as they oohed as they aahed as they stroked as they patted ignoring the child underneath She hated her hair for the colour it was and the hoards of old dears with their oohing and aahing their stroking and patting She wanted to run she wanted some fun so she hatched up a plan and with scissors in hand she cut she snipped she hacked until finally her hair was no longer there When Mother discovered the damage she’d done she screamed and she shrieked an attack of the vapors sent her spiraling down as she fell to her feet For her beautiful girl with her auburn hair was now bald not a single hair was there The child was delighted no more oohing nor aahing no more patting nor stroking Over the years her hair grew back the shy fragile flower she blossomed Learning to love her auburn locks they found her a perfect lover This gorgeous man ~ there was no other was rather partial to hair of red his oohing and aahing his patting and stroking she really loved and for 41 years they were wed he was rather partial to hair of red... Written 8th July 2019 I am that titian/auburn haired child… Contest: Childhood Memories Sponsor:Chantelle Anne Cooke N/A Contest: You and yours Sponsor:Brian Strand FIRST PLACE
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