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The Scarf

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You once knit me a scarf,
and my little sister threw it around my neck.
Wrapped it tight, like a noose,
a boa constrictor,
or perhaps a dog collar,
and I wanted it off.
She couldn’t understand why, and
I upset her.
I know you’re not to blame,
but I wish someone got it.
You,
or my sister,
or maybe the scarf.



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