167 Poem by Morgan Michaels
167
Cashmere overcoat
closed out from Sims
warm, with navy hems
reaching past the knee
pocket deep and buttons three
fastened to the throat
collar up against the winds
cloaking many sins
sadly you mis-tag me
a 'have'
though in grim reality
I 'haven't.'
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