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Fold me, Pull me, Twist me, Crumple me, Then tie me up. Cover me in reds, And purples and blues, Then leave me alone. For hours. For days. Let me sit Alone, Crumpled, Twisted, And detained Soaking in The red and blue and purple. Discoloring. You come back when you want to. And I let you pick me up and Untie me, Try to clean me. I think I'm free, But I'm purple, Blue, And red. Tie dyed.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
Ballad of a Tie-Dyed T-Shirt
Fold me, Pull me, Twist me, Crumple me, Then tie me up. Cover me in reds, And purples and blues, Then leave me alone. For hours. For days. Let me sit Alone, Crumpled, Twisted, And detained Soaking in The red and blue and purple. Discoloring. You come back when you want to. And I let you pick me up and Untie me, Try to clean me. I think I'm free, But I'm purple, Blue, And red. Tie dyed.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
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