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Feb 2016
He woke up in a stupor,
With him facing the mirror,
And there he saw her hold,
Two dresses in a fold.

"Should I wear the black,
Of which colours lack?
Or should I pick the blue?
Oh God, I don't have a clue. "

He rubbed his eye,
And let his finger lie,
Pointing between the two dresses,
She nearly tore at her own tresses.

" You're not helping me!"she yelps,
And he said "Both looks good, I'm of no help!"
Alas, her voice was slowly starting to grate his ears,
While all he wants is for her to be not near.

"Fine! I'll wear the blue dress!
And let's no longer make a mess!"
With that he flopped right back onto his mattress,
And dreamed the black dress on his mistress.
Written by
the yellow bird  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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