From Curlers To Rags
He looked at grandma in shock and said,
“What are those rags sticking out of your head?”
“I needed curls, “ she replied.
“No money, hot rollers died –”
Optimistic, hair curled on rags instead.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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