The Pattered Shirt

BY:Margaret Hulett

The colors pop like a glowing fire

The illusions are as sharp as a barbed wire

The fine print never goes dull

Too bad I can't wear it to school

My mom and dad work hard, till they hurt

And because of it I get my favorite shirt

Some people make fun of my height

But, the cool thing is it fits just right

I know one day it won’t fit

But till that nightmare happens i'm going to wear it

Be thankful for everything you have and everyone you know

Have gratitude everywhere you go

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