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The Wardrobe of a Temporary Condition

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The Wardrobe of a Temporary Condition David J Walker I had to admit It might have been an illusion The first morning home Without a plausible conclusion to Calendars past and No witnesses left to Attest to the Long intrusion into My young life Nothing in the room Was mine Anymore The clothes now three years old Left hanging in the closet Where I left them The duffle bag of OD Green rags that Might never be opened again Thank God I was young When nakedness was not So much a sin As it was The wardrobe of a temporary condition

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