She wrapped me up with the richest wool

And with love in the strongest arms,

Buttoned me up and sent me to school;

Never was I anything but loved and warm.

Until I was stripped and left in the cold

And the frost bit at my heart strings.

Just a toddler longing for her mittens old,

Or a whore stripped down for her earnings.

Now you've seen me like this, flesh and bone

And I've seen you in your glory,

It feels nothing like right-at-home

But it tells a differest story.

Don't leave me cold; it takes so long

For me to get my clothes back on.

The End

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