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#fashionplate
Oh, to be certain, she* was dead serious. (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLXXVII) Quoth she, "...THIS fashion plate." to, smiling, scale Me lo, from pink headband to tall boots' dense Black, like the comment she was stylish thence Was--what? to MY attire?! and whither? pale As friends and kindness, poor attempts t'avail Myself of being half stylish, all's pretense? So guys stop talking when I pass, a sense Of turning heads mine for too long sans bail. I'm "never good enough." Or what is't, fer All that? What am I chasing? Wherefore do NonChristians seem...is't kinder? Why in poor 'Scuse did the church um, ladies, tell me two Times that: "your outfits are [for aught as twere] E'er intresting."?! Laugh. Tell me what is true? 13Apr19c
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
...And I Just Stared, Surprised. Kick Me.