The Scarf
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Stitches dropped
Like points
More holes than a goal net
It was a bit of a needle match
My Gran was no knitter
Nor was she a quitter
She carried on for nearly three feet
She ran out of wool, her work was complete
Proudly striped with red and white
I never wear it – it’s too tight…
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