By Linda A. Copp
Black Leather Boots, a cape and a shawl.
Kid gloves, some mittens, out there in the hall.
Fur lined or worn out, the outer wraps lie, Like a peacock to pheasant, objects to eye.
And yet, they belong, just as they lay. Sacrifice, need, and fashions array!
©December 30, 1970
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