None better dressed than I


Such cheerful rags; much my maker made of me

And yet more in fortune gave, until time’s fickle Chanticleer

Called his third of a vernal April’s day, upon the dew still glistening

So I contend – no matter the hour, I went with the dawn

Betwixt her red clouds scudding

~

Elizabeth Cook, 2017

Painting by Thomas Kinkade

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