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  • Writer: George Davis III
    George Davis III
  • Mar 30, 2023
  • 1 min read

Rags

Just bits of fluff, fibers; threads woven together.


I like rags.

Like cherished memories; precious gifts, loved ones. Garments once new; stored; packed away safely.


These rags; just tattered cloth.

Visitors; mighty struggles; upright, holding on for the new day; sweetness. My peoples' pride.


Rags.

Memories of the past, bits of fiber, fluff; just threads woven together.


I like rags.


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