Skirts

There are ways to hold them
And ways to fold them
Ways they are worn
And ways they are borne
But when the way they are blown
Takes on a life of their own
Skirts, like kites, or so I am told
For a boy on a walk, a joy to behold
But don't ask me, since I've also heard
A picture is worth a thousand in word
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6.24.13

Evening Dispatch