I love them, but remember when they were called names like "high waters," and we were teased for wearing them?
(A little poem)
Sitting in my parked car,
Just waiting to go to an appointment.
Two dump trucks drive past,
Big boys with big toys.
A girl…
In a summer dress and strappy sandals,
On a scooter,
Follows behind.
To work in such an old building with great and large windows to be opened on a day like today.
How do they do it? Day after day? Don’t they all live in a mind like mine?
Oxymoron: A Mini Cooper Wagon?
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