Slushes and Sloshes
In the sleet, the snow, the slushes and sloshes
Mom made me wear those doggone galoshes
No longer in stores, long gone and forgotten
Were rubber overshoes our feet were so hot in
The thought of wearing them leaves me aghast
I’m so glad galoshes are now way in my past
by Stan Cooper…1/31/13 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2013-02-03 at 14:04
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