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Nov 2022
Handheld hand me downs
stained with wrinkles of time
of another's experiences
A saint's keep of innocent exposure
but being around towns

Oversize shoes, told to grow in them
socks of socket pockets, storing stories
tightly fitting jeans, when they were
first called feminine

T-shirt stains, pressed collar golf shirts
of course to those wanting to ball
with high fades, and a pair of high cut Converse
We converse our words to sound a little cool
And knowing nothing more painful as a new
pair of school shoes

We just loved hanging around with the
best looking clothes off the hanger
Nowadays we don't dress to inspire—
but just dress to pass the flu of deciding
which ridiculous trend is much flyer

                                          Sigh!
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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