Skirt

The dirty skirt that lies on the floor,

Is sad you’re not wearing it anymore,

In a crumpled heap, it lies,

And softly it’s tears, it cries.

From warp to weft it was the best,

But now it is forced to take a rest,

The waist has frayed,

And sewing has been delayed.

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