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Despicable, hateful things. Unwieldy cylinders of denim or polyester Attracting filth and trapping heat And sweat around the never parts. And what delight to see a pair of legs Abroad, pacing, On t’other side the street? Bright beaming, Imbuing their world with confidence and health. But ney, not mine. My legs, never trousered – AreContinueContinue reading “Trousers”