Attire

The dresses that they gave her,
Found their way to the bin.

Because pants, she felt,
Were more like her thing.

And every time a dress
Found its way to the dump,

He always found some way
To get hold of ’em.

And twirling around
In the pretty pink gown

He felt butterflies and happiness,
Inside and around.

Watercolor On Rough Watercolor Paper

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