Your support is really suppression and constriction, and while you hold me up you also hold me back. When you are close for too long you chafe me, yet each morning I embrace the way you mold me. By days end I revel in my liberation as I discard your confining ways, and yet I know that tomorrow I will allow myself to be enslaved once more. Bra, how I despair of thee, let me count the ways!
© ceenoa
Good one Claudette, I wasnt sure until the end what it was going to be … how true!
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🙂 yes, the daily battle continues for me
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Oh the joy at the end of the day 🙂
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Yes, I think many women would harmonise with that thought Ruth.
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🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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yes, but very true 🙂
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Yup 🙂
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Perfect!
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Thanks
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What after all is the “point” of it-or should I just “round off” this discussion now!
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Ha – love the punny comment.
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Was trying to figure it out from the start. Didn’t see that coming, but so perfect and truthful. Good stuff!
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Your comment made made me smile with happiness. I’m glad that I was able to keep you thinking to the end.
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I really like that..so clever! 😃
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Thanks Robyn 🙂 I’ve been waiting my whole “breasted” life for them to make a bra that does that good without trying to cut me in half. sigh
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Lol.. I suspect there are a few ditties and poems around, due to the good Ol’ bra 😅
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Yep, may have to google that.
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Love it!
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🙂 Thank you. You have to laugh about it, Men just don’t understand what we go through!
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