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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

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Date: 4/22/2019 4:44:00 PM
Holy sheet and blanket! What are you doing, Caren? My oolong is on the monitor now))
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/23/2019 4:11:00 AM
I am "playing" poetry, Kurt!
Date: 4/22/2019 3:27:00 PM
Now there's a thought! A very hairy one. Quite a colorful piece of imagery!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/23/2019 4:12:00 AM
Hahahaha Love it myself, and I wrote the silly thing.
Date: 4/22/2019 12:48:00 PM
Oh this is certainly a laugh - in fact hysterical - a good sense of humour you have Caren. Poetry hugs, Jennifer.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/23/2019 4:12:00 AM
Thank you Jennifer. I am always looking around for something funny and when I looked down. Voila! There it was.
Date: 4/22/2019 6:35:00 AM
hilarious made me think of one of the headmistresses at school lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/22/2019 8:17:00 AM
I was looking at my own legs when it "hit me".