Ninety Two Oh Eight
A vessel for the dreams of humanity,
Both beacon of hope and valley of despair.
Your paradox of silken strength breaks the mighty and humbles the proud,
The fibers of your essence blend in perfection across the contours of our universe.
You are a proud banner of self-sacrifice and badge of personal achievement,
In you we find the image of Platonian perfection.
In you we wrestle with our own mortality.
A crowning jewel of science and industry,
In perfect relief, you expose that which was previously hidden
And make real that which could only be imagined.
Sweeping colors highlight sacred hills and valleys,
And hold that most precious out for hope unreal.
Oh Spandex, I do curse thee in all thy forms.
For you have taken me where I would not have willing gone.
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92/8 Nylon/Spandex the formula on the tag of my wife's leggings.
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