Dear Black Stretchy Pants

An open letter to black stretchy pants

Photo by pawel szvmanski on Unsplash

Dear Black Stretchy Pants,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways….

Yesterday, I stopped by Ross to buy more of you, two of you, and I didn’t listen to that voice in my ear telling me to buy more.

Is there going to be more of you when I go back by Ross tomorrow? Or will you…

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I like to write poetry as well as I write about sleep, dreaming, dream interpretation, and aging

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Robin Mosso

Robin Mosso

I like to write poetry as well as I write about sleep, dreaming, dream interpretation, and aging

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