ClothesA Poem by cwwoodI put my clothes on in the morning and then I forget about them. My clothes don’t mind, at least, they don’t say anything, but I appreciate what they do for me. They work hard to keep me warm, and I am a writer, and I work hard to be too poor to replace them. A sweater doesn’t care if you’re poor, shoes don’t care if you filled you’re fathers, but a woman is not a sweater and you should never forget that. © 2013 cwwoodReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 11, 2013 Last Updated on February 11, 2013 Tags: free verse, poetry, love, women AuthorcwwoodAlbany, NYAboutnihilistic pragmatist by nature, never mind, it doesn't even matter. more..Writing
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