Clothesline
I pegged them out on my clothes line,
Like puppets on a string.
Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
Such laughter they did bring.
That claret shirt, high as a kite,
And three sheets to the wind.
They will dry out, to my delight,
My wet suit it has sinned.
George. Seal. 4/ 1/ 2015.
No. 3 clothesline.
Let me feel your lines.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2015
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