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Jan 2015
green ribbon,

to tie the fringe back, hair had grown,

no one did cut it.  the girl was private.

hair bounced, shone, as they made

their way to town, down the hill.

it was a dark green, bottle green.

it may explain the love of ribbons

now.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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