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Tattered Edges I have a shirt with tattered edges. It is my favorite one. I wear it when I first get up 'Til when the day is done. It fits me when I'm ugly, Or can't do anything right. It doesn't turn and walk away When I feel like having a fight. The tatters make it special; I know each one by heart. I hope to always have it, Wear it 'til it falls apart. I have a friend with tattered edges. She is my favorite one. I think of her when I get up 'Til when the day is done. She likes me when I'm ugly Or can't do anything right. She won't turn and walk away When I feel like having a fight. The tatters make her special. I know each one by heart. I hope to always have her. We never want to part.
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