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| Collar |
3/9/1998
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The collar.
Hard against my body, it hurts.
So much that I want to holler and take off my coat!
I feel heavy with my coat on.
The collar sticking up makes me feel out of style, it steals me.
It distinguishes the coat as a coat but other than that it has no purpose.
The edges protrude forcefully, the sides display sickening colors, and I want to scream!
I want to say something about this collar, that it really has no purpose!
It should not be there nor here, especially not right now!
But on the other hand, it tells me that my coat is really a coat.
So I guess I can say, that the collar is fine, and has my vote, any day!
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