This is the poem on the inside of the bag, cos you cant quite see it on here. Oh and I checked, there is no phone pocket!! Now why didn't I put one in there?
Is something that you've saidEverything but the kitchen sink
One night it came to me in a flash
Whilst laying in my bed
At workshops on my table
It can hold all of my bits
And when its time to go home
On my back it neatly sits
I made this in 2003, so it has been sitting on the chair in my bedroom under a pile of quilts since then. Altogether now....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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