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Ragamuffin Clothes

Ragamuffin yanked the strands, In free moves and active body acts, Ajar and tattered, Various colors spilled out, He has been doing so in desperation, Body cover was about gone, More flesh glared out with each day, Nobody instilled the sense to keep them intact, There was in fact no necessity to do so, Once absolutely worthless, He could pick another mismatched pair just about anywhere, Compare that with our sense, Our schemata to acquire new, As well as preserving old, It is very different, Is ragamuffin doing so because something about them, He feels differently, Or is the entire concept of clothing missing, If it is then why, He had a story to narrate, As I heard him correlate, I discovered life events do affect clothes, Though in degrees, And I wondered, What will it take to get back, The ragamuffin to normal clothes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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