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Not Hand In Glove

I love Mittens; they're so warm and cosy. When harsh winds blow, that makes cheeks rosy Thick woollen mittens do the trick These are the hand warmers my hands pick. Just slip your hand inside the mitt The opening is like a slit With a thumb at the side Which your thumb will comfortably slide. Mittens are so easy to wear No way fussy gloves can compare, Fingers can freely wiggle, In mittens, you do not have to jiggle Your fingers, one by one, Like some, Who's hands prefer gloves. My hands like to feel free, Gloves are too restricting for me, It takes time to take them off Gloves are worn mainly by toffs. Hands of toffs are not smitten Wearing casual, cosy mittens, We use our hands every day So they're entitled to have their say, Mittens, Mittens, every time Hands think mittens are divine, Casual, warm, and so cosy, When harsh winds blow, that makes Cheeks rosy 31.12.2022

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