But I'm left with
No capes to
Wear.
Most are torn.
One that's left
Is is hung in
The backyard
To dry, I swear.
You're welcome,
To judge.
This how I look
When I ain't brave.
Bitterly blue and
Cold. Stuck in a
Room, with no
Courage to dare.
Couple of more
Hours, if you may.
Once it dries,
I'll have a mask
To wear.
After that,
Upon my pants,
Even I can pull on
My underwear.
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