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Writer's pictureGeorge Davis III

Proud Moments

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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How do you keep going? I run on steam! A hard-wired brother;

you know what I mean.

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