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On twiddling hair

Twiddle. Twiddle.This poem is something from my past. My sister kept a copy. She recently scanned it and sent it to me.

My mum is an avid quilter. One sister is a sewer and a knitter. The other does needlepoint and cross-stitches. Needle-less to say–I still twiddle my hair.

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