A New Woman

FURRY FURRY

I found you wandering the shelves in PriMark.
Sitting their surrounded by glorious light.
I try on each and everyone until i found you.
The big soft fluffy skin with just the right shade of color.
You became part of my scarf, black and wondrously soft.
So soft the hands can't keep away, touched every five minutes by newly found hands.
You're constantly thrown into the air and worn from head to head to head.
Until finally you're back on my head.
You became my black cheap furry hat, which i almost never leave the house without on a cold winters day and night.


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