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[thislimeismine]

Look what fine duds we've got today!
stretched taut across waifish legs, shoulder blades.
And who could dare to deny praise
to a bloom of printed cotton like the month of May
a wind breaker never broke so many hearts
as one serged around the cuffs with tuffs of elastic
white hose and rose never looked so smart

Oh the glory of the loom is gone now
no warp, no weft, no Athena and Arachne
just poly and ester, synthetics forever
and a twenty in your pocket