No Style Just a Nightgown I Love
I have no style, just a nightgown I love.
Something as stylish as a garden glove.
One that should have been burned years ago.
I wear it daily, it is so grimy it has a glow.
It has a personality of a being who glowers.
It is big and bulky with enormous flowers.
It smells of chocolate, vanilla, onions and thyme.
It will be the last item in the rag pile in my life time.
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