Gloves in my Pocket (poem) by Leanne Dyck

On chilly days, I stick gloves into my pocket and, with a smile, chant this poem--it all helps to warm me.

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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

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Published on Sunday, April 8th at (approximately) 5 PM PT

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