Hair On Her Legs Was Weaving Itself
The hair on her legs was weaving itself into braids
Adding beads and colored yarn
While she slept
She woke once, feeling a pinch
But had no idea
what it was
until the next day
when it was warm enough to wear shorts
And people began discussing it
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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