Sunday is longer than Monday.
my friends used to tease me
when my inner skirt stood longer
than the outer in a little manner.
Now, retrospective the days that have gone
with skirts and blouses proudly worn
comparing with each other the dress
pointing out that this pattern is superior
with the smocked blouse looking grand
making each other feel superb and inferior
that way of act brought tears
prompting each other to call
proud peacock 
and galloping horse
indicating the magnitude of pride
and the speed in which the words came.
Those were the days that still remain fresh
that can never be forgotten even after decades.
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