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The Life Shirt
Red and black intertwine
To form a shirt that I call mine
Adorned on front with names galore
I hate to tell of how it tore.
Twins we were and so it was
That two names had been seen front
The shirt that I had wore each night
To bed, so comfy, always right.
And on it had the names of those
Whose presence was so very gold
Had been there at our celebration
The best first birthday in the nation.
And then one night at sleep away
I had my shirt on as I lay
And then a little flea I knew
Began a fight he could not chew.
He started throwing left and right
And I just dodged with all my might
He missed each one until the last
Where on my shirt his fist did catch
And tug and pull came on my shirt
And off it tore just like a quirt
My patience then had broken thin
And fighting words erupted in.
My face went red, my eyes real wide
And fists came hailing from each side
They wailed on and on, stronger, faster.
My fists established who was master.
And then came cries of white surrender
And fists that had their moment splendor
Fell to each side in unsure thought
And then eyes glanced at what I wrought.
And next I walked back to my bed
But stayed awake in all my blight
And never forgave the flea who bled
The soul from me that fateful night.
