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It’s a LISA thing, You wouldn’t understand Shirts

It’s a LISA thing, You wouldn’t understand Shirts
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It’s Lisa Thing T-shirt

Are you a LISA? Then YOU understand! These limited edition custom t-shirts are NOT sold in stores and make great gifts for your family members. Order 2 or more today and save on shipping!

It's Lisa Thing T-shirt pink

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It’s a LISA Thing hoodie

It’s a LISA Thing! LISA, are you tired of having to explain yourself ?
With these T-Shirts, you no longer have to. There are things that only LISA can understand.

It's a Lisa awesome hoodie

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LISA Thing T-shirt

name Lisa thing tee

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Its A Lisa Thing

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It’s a LISA thing, you wouldn’t understand !

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T–Shirt Sizing and Details

SIZECHEST inLENGTH in
S1827
M1928
L2129
XL2330
2X2531
3X2732
  • 100% Cotton Adult 30/1s Tee Shirt
  • 4.3 oz 100% Ringspun Cotton, Preshrunk Jersey
  • Tubular
  • 3/4 inch Seamless Rib Knit Collar
  • Taped neck and shoulders
  • Double-Needle Sleeve and Bottom Hem
  • Shirts run small
  • * Sports Grey and Dark Heather are made of 50% Cotton / 50% Polyester

Hooded Sweatshirt Sizing and Details

SIZECHEST in/cmLENGTH in/cm
S20 / 5126 / 66
M22 / 5627 / 69
L24 / 6128 / 71
XL26 / 6629 / 74
2XL28 / 7130 / 76
3XL30 / 7631 / 79
4XL32 / 8132 / 81
  • Air jet yarn for softness and no-pill performance
  • Double-lined hood with matching drawstring
  • Double-needle stitching
  • Pouch pocket
  • Double-needle cuffs
  • 1 X 1 athletic rib with spandex
  • Quarter-turned to eliminate center crease

The previous evening I followed with my finger
the long scar on my adoration’s stomach
as though I was taking after a street on a guide.

I heard the shout of tires, saw the blaze
of chrome, her six-year-old body
a cloth doll draining at the creases.
It is absurd of me to wish

I was there before it happened, to reach
back thirty years, catch her little hand
also, pull her far from that speeding auto
that transformed her organs into wounded natural product.

How effortlessly she could have missed
her seventh birthday, the lit candles holding up
for her to victory their minor flares.

How effortlessly I could’ve spent the previous evening
in a swarmed bar,
my shoulders brushing against outsiders,
a man on the jukebox
singing his heart out to a lady
with the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen.

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