Just a Jersey
Just a jersey,
tattered shirt,
Sporting streaks of
food and dirt –
Perfect pick.
Grab it quick,
Shed the stain of
daily hurt.
Comfy clothes hold
magic might,
Once we step from
social sight.
Loosely togged,
We are unbogged,
At least, we feel
thus overnight.
c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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This was a perfect read for me just now, because I just changed into my comfiest jams. They actually feel even more comfy after reading this. These particular ones don't have any streaks of dirt or food, but they have a bunch of little holes. I don't even know how that happened, but maybe that's why they feel so nice. They are definitely well-worn and soft. :)
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