My shoes match my socks
My belt matches my shoes
My shirt compliments my pants
My tie compliments both.
My shoes and socks are old
My belt is old too
My pants are dirty, my shirt is not
My tie is wrinkled.
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Excuse me if I'm in front, Or behind on a poem each day, Sometimes the real world intrudes, And that's all I have to say.
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