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Dress to Tell.....



We wear language like a garment--
A worn old t-shirt chosen because
It’s comfortable worn so many
Times before and it speaks for us
But doesn’t say much other then
Haven’t we been this way before?

But there are big vowels lurking
In color and adjectives in hats
And metaphors in shoes and
Even conjunctions in trousers

All waiting for you to speak



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