She hung her smalls
on the washing line:
panties, bras, pantyhose,
stockings, stays and suspenders,
pegging them there
with determination,
not knowing who
was thieving them
in broad daylight
right under her nose
wondering why
they didn’t go
steal some other
woman’s clothes.
Smalls.
Re: Smalls.
got a smile here. Thx, Terry. 
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
