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By B.K. Date: 2004 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.01.22.44.5662]] |
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It's like wearing a cloud and flying free Soft as sealskin all over me It looks like a woman from another century With just the right touch of femininity The mirror keeps staring when I pass It is so elegant I think posterity needs a photograph You might think it a bit old-fashioned But all that itchy lace and polyester is a bore All but a touch of silk to sleep in is too warm This brushed cotton flannel is just my speed Besides that you like the fact That you are all hands And I'm naked as a jay-bird underneath (c)bk |