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.