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my yellow shirt

I could not continue walking down the street
without the old woman, the blind man coming
up the street
and asking me where I got the new yellow shirt
asking me where they could
get one

I don't know what's so special about this
yellow shirt
I got it for half price at Walmart's

late on Sunday morning after church let out
I walked down the street
and saw the big bright building and went inside
because it was nice and cool and they had
air conditioning

I went down the shirt aisle because I was
bored
I needed a new shirt to replace the blue one
my wife thought was disgusting
it was so
full of holes and mud stains
but I loved it madly

I miss my beloved blue shirt
miss the way it fluttered around my bare
waist as I mowed the lawn.


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