All my threads
Are frayed.
But just like old friends
I would not trade
For any designer stone washed and fake blue jeans that fade.
Friends don't usually break things.
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Thank you
great write
HI GYPSY ~ WELCOME TO MPS
Thanks for Sharing your first poem ! In essence we are what we wear and grow comfortable with our own "chosen" threads ~ and they with us ! "By their SUITS ye shall know them !" Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
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