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She made me mittens

Icy, icy fingers Freezing, freezing cold Looking for my mittens The ones the lady sold She knitted them from cashmere She knitted them with grace Relaxed and clacked her needles Never was there any race Lemon, beige and fluffy I wear these gloves with love For the maker of my mittens Has since wooshed up, to lands above

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 12/28/2021 1:36:00 PM
Nicely Written, I loved the rhyming pattern. Happy New Year ~ Debra
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/28/2021 2:07:00 PM
Thankyou Debra, Happy New Year x
Date: 12/28/2021 12:31:00 PM
Lovely It has stirred memories of my beautiful grandmother who loved knitting and making me items which I adored
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/28/2021 2:07:00 PM
Awww I know, there’s nothing like handmade items, especially from somebody you love. Thanks Alicia x