Things, tend to go around in
cycles! I learned that, the hard
way. I'd hold on to items for so
many years and at the wrong
time, I'd give them away. Why
did it happen, just as I finally
got up courage, to get rid of all
I had amassed, through the years?
Now, I discover it's back in style
again and I can't help, but shed a
tears. If only I had held out, just a
little while longer, I wouldn't feel
this distress! Now, all I can do is
picture someone out there,
wearing my favorite, dress!
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