
caterpillar to butterfly
tadpole to frog
life cycle of a jellyfish
life cycle of a coral reef
life cycle of a car battery
life cycle of a star
your favorite sweatshirt
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She said “‘course you can wear that color”, purchase was made
Your burgundy color was permanent, never started to fade
I wore you through the seasons, ‘cause I never liked a coat
You are the perfect covering and upon you I do dote
Now years later, your soft yarn stretched, making holes
But I always choose you, no matter what the weather doles
The sleeves are nicely long and you might expect
I use them as gloves, the extra length I respect
Sadly now your worn, soft fiber bulk that was used
Shows careless use of hangars – certainly abuse
Still you are my favorite and I will always choose
You as my comfort, if deciding to take a snooze
Someone may say, you need to toss that sweater, dear
But no new one could compare, and I’ll keep you always near.
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Metamorphosis of Sorts
This I totally get, I’ve even rescued ones from bins, op-shops, etc.
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I knew you would
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There’s something about those special, frayed sweatshirts and sweaters. Nothing new is as cozy.
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😀👍🏻
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Aw, very cute, Cheryl!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Unfortunately true
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So many broken sweaters this in this session… I can understand the connection.
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Very nicely done. Good choice of metaphor!
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“I wore you through the seasons, ‘cause I never liked a coat” Very relatable!
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A lovely tribute to your t- shirt
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Nothing like an old sweater, I have an old denim jacket, frayed within an inch of its life, I’ll never toss it.
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