Dressing

I wake up in the morning And slip on a pair of boots But I realise apart from this I am naked So I dress and undress and dress again But now I’m wearing no boots So I think and I dress again But no I have no voice So I undress and pace and dress But now I am the opposite sex; Now a dog; a cat; a door (this is all very complicated and confusing Let me assure you that.) So I try again But these are childs clothes Now there are no clothes So I return to bed where I am nude.

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