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Coat
I wear you as a coat.
Have done since last season.
Although you provide no warmth,
no protection from the elements,
Christ! You hang on my frame without style.
I will continue to wear you though,
For a little while more,
To guard against the world.
In cold climates
We all must wear something.
by Brian O'Neill
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