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The Clothes We Wear

There’s a lady dressed in white. She smiles in the morning light. There’s a man who’s dressed in brown. He scowls as the sun goes down. There’s a girl who’s dressed in blue Who got her hands stuck in glue. There’s a boy who’s dressed in red. It’s not his clothes, he’s just dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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