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The Coral Shirt

I rolled my eyes at the shirt hidden in the back of the closet.
It clashed with my hair.
It clashed wih my eyes.
It clashed with my skin.
This color is so wrong it just doesn't belong.
Where on earth did I get it I wonder?
Oh yes, it was a gift.
One I'm sure won't be missed if you get my drift.

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Written June 6th, 2005

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  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    June 8, 2005
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    Very cute! Don't you love those gifts that truly have no use.

  • Stella Shall
    June 6, 2005
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    I love this it is so witty and cute. A poem doesn't have to be long to be good I really enjoy short and sweet poems. This reminds me of a poem I wrote the other day 'The Great Laundry Race'.