I Lionized Denim
I lionized Denim, in turn she spoke for me.
I listened to Sound, she gave me emotion.
I gazed at a picture, made her feel beautiful, she let me see whatever I wanted to see.
Oh, the things these women would do for me.
I gave Word definition, she clothed me with perception.
At times it fit me great and at times not so right
...just like denim.
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