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I Wore A Frock
This day I caught eye of the mirror
It watched me dressing into a new apparel…
I did hear the laughter everywhere,
Although there was no one visible.
The laughter rose and rose aloud,
Until I felt my ears deaf.
Why did the mirror ridicule me?
What intuition did the mind carry?
Wasn’t what I dressed into today
A well knitted thought from...
Friday 12th April 2019 2:49 pm
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