As children we clomped around in hobnail boots,
and adopted oversize clothes with abandon.
Now we adopt different garb with an air of caution,
dressing up our fragile egos.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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Life is a Poetry
BLACWATER247
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Each day is a blessing. My Creative Writing
Traditional rhyming poetry
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Life is a Poetry
BLACWATER247
poetry... mostly...
Each day is a blessing. My Creative Writing
Traditional rhyming poetry
#fifty#words#microfiction
My Reflections and Expressions
parallax 
‘Dressing up our fragile egos’ i like that ✌🏾
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Thank you for that.
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My pleasure dear
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ouch, so true … how did they become so fragile and tattered …
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Indeed 😦
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True! That’s why I like the ordinary people not the mask oriented clowns.
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Yes, I feel that way too
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Brilliant. You have conveyed such a stronger emotion in such few words.
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Thank you very much Megha.
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That’s why rare ones, like Walt Whitman, said he would wear things with a certain “don’t give a damn-ness.” 🙂
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I like that statement, thanks for sharing Tom 🙂
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Dressed up egos are the worst sort!
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And how, so deadly
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Oh yes! So they are.
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Excellent – light hearted then a powerful challenge – beautifully written
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Thank you so much Lyn
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Exact!
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Thank you.
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Your lines are right on. So often egos are in dress up costumes. Very sad. Thanks for sharing.
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Many thanks Patricia.
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Many thanks Patricia
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Nice. Can’t resist a salty ego poem.
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