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Tee-Shirt, Old Jeans

The question, urgent and acute, that fashion asks every woman daily: what does she prefer? A Ricci’s chic, a chilly passion of Ungaro, an ease of Givenchy? What’s better? A dramatically black look or, say, an all-white? A silk cape with strappy heels or a floral-printed dress like Brook Shields in “Allure”? The one that makes her happy. So what if… Her glance falls upon the photo of her grandchildren on the wall. Her heart melts. She puts on a free tee-shirt from Moto, old jeans and, happiest, goes to Walmart. 17.11.2019 Fashion Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward

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Date: 11/18/2019 12:58:00 AM
Hi Kurt well done. It will do well in the contest. Thanks for sharring. Best of luck
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/18/2019 9:19:00 AM
Thanks, Gregory. Glad to meet you)
Date: 11/17/2019 1:43:00 PM
Ha! And I'll bet that at Walmart she buys some already-ripped fashion jeans to replace her old jeans, eh?! Cheers, Gershon
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Date: 11/17/2019 3:16:00 PM
You're a nasty skeptic, Wolf. She goes to the toy section!
Date: 11/17/2019 10:16:00 AM
Comfort IS often the way to go!! but I still pick a tshirt with a really awesome saying and/or picture on it!! Nice one.
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Date: 11/17/2019 3:14:00 PM
Where are my old slippers? I could use a little comfort tonight) Thank you, Andrea.
Date: 11/17/2019 7:28:00 AM
Splendid write Kurt--you reign poetry.
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/17/2019 7:48:00 AM
Thank you, Vijay. Rather, poetry reigns me)
Date: 11/17/2019 5:37:00 AM
I would choose these. Great write. Blessings, Gina
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/17/2019 6:16:00 AM
Thank you, Regina. Rays of love)

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