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The Glad HatterShe measured many Different heads, And sorted colours, Blue and red. She cut and stitched, Mixed and matched, Until a picture Quickly hatched. She snipped and clipped And carefully searched, Then angled so It sharply perched. She twisted, turned And overlapped, And shaped until It softly flapped. She got bits of this And scraps of that, And made them all Into a Hat! Joy Weare. 6th December, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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