On chilly days, I stick gloves into my pocket and, with a smile, chant this poem--it all helps to warm me.
photo ldyck
Gloves in my Pocket
I've got gloves in my pocket
Yes, I have two of them
Gloves in my pocket, gloves in my pocket
I've got gloves in my pocket
I know how to use them
Gloves in my pocket, gloves in my pocket
I've got gloves in my pocket
They have holes in them
Gloves in my pocket, gloves in my pocket
I've got gloves in my pocket
I need a new pair of them
Gloves in my pocket, gloves in my pocket
I've got gloves in my pocket
Now several pairs of them
Gloves in my pocket
Gloves in my pocket
Gloves in my pocket
Next post: Spring Cleaning (short story)
If you have a collection this short story will be especially meaningful for you.
Published on Sunday, April 8th at (approximately) 5 PM PT
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