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Poem

My shirt is a token and symbol,
more than a cover for sun and rain,
my shirt is a signal,
and a teller of souls.

I can take off my shirt and tear it,
and so make a ripping razzly noise,
and the people will say,
“Look at him tear his shirt.”

I can keep my shirt on.
I can stick around and sing like a little bird
and look ’em all in the eye and never be fazed.
I can keep my shirt on.

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