Spring has sprung in my spunky springs. 

Ever since I can remember, everything got stuck in my curls. 
Every damn thing.

Pens, pencils, fingers, clips.

If I couldn’t find something, I was sure to find them in my wild twirls.

Look who’s stuck today! 

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