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The arms and legs are similar to sight
They're worn when dark and taken off when bright
As so, most often always worn in pairs
And born with dots and octagons and squares
They're folded on hotel bed waiting, laid
With red and blue on clothing cotton-made
The latter filling trousers up and shirt
While former 'mong the sea of blue does flirt
Such harmony of shades and patterns make
One feel quite soothed and eased when first awake
With giant yawn at break of dawn
And nighttime journeys gone
So very deep
To sleep.

Ah. I wrote that while I was in Europe. 'Twas in a hotel in Italy.

Your comments are intelligent. You just don't think them so.

Thank you. [bows]