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My Shorts Some are long and some are short Mine are niether they are in between Those are red and those a blue Mine are pink striped with green And when it gets real cold I always turn slightly sad A place in the drawer, folded is where mine are to be had Then the weather finally turns and I regain the pleasure once away with my knees and sox showing I rush to the park to play All this, you probably wonder why I tell you of such sorts All I can say with a smile and nod is that I really like MY SHORTS --anonyshorts

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