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Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office Why Do Widows Give Me Their Late Husbands’ Clothes? When old men die their widows give me their clothes (The old men’s clothes; not the widows’; let’s not get weird) Nice pullover shirts, expensive blazers, everything goes And ties to the 1970s geared I am as Bob Newhart lost in an age Of tattered tees and designer sneaks Hardly the attire of a wise old sage One of the last sartorial antiques When old men die their widows give me their clothes I look quite natty in them, I suppose (The old men’s clothes, not the widows; let’s not get weird)
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
Why Do Widows Give Me Their Late Husbands' Clothes?
Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office Why Do Widows Give Me Their Late Husbands’ Clothes? When old men die their widows give me their clothes (The old men’s clothes; not the widows’; let’s not get weird) Nice pullover shirts, expensive blazers, everything goes And ties to the 1970s geared I am as Bob Newhart lost in an age Of tattered tees and designer sneaks Hardly the attire of a wise old sage One of the last sartorial antiques When old men die their widows give me their clothes I look quite natty in them, I suppose (The old men’s clothes, not the widows; let’s not get weird)
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Apr 2, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
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