The Red Dress Poem by Carolina Apicella
The Red Dress
I tried the little red dress
It has pleats perfectly ironed
The seamstress seems pleased
The red dress fits well
My sister has one too
We look into the mirror and smile
We like our red dresses
They make us look pretty
We wear them for church on Sunday
We wear them for school
They are the prettiest dresses we have
Mom washes and irons them
We wear them until they no longer fit
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