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Trying on mom’s jeans

Tiny legs in fabric.

Pants enlarged, a funny sight.

Mom’s style, my world.

Adventures await,

cuffs glide, every step gets closer.

Muddy jeans and laughter.

Twirling in her clothes.

Years pass, seem too snug.

Jeans fade, reality stays awake.

Childhood fades, jeans

Start fitting to my liking,

Memories collide and life begins.

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