You
have everything
I
could possibly need
in
your pants
pockets,
full of
gadgets
and tools,
pens,
pencils, keys
to
all the places
I
might need to go.
You
are always prepared.
Am I
calling
your
pockets fat?
No.
I’m saying
I
like what’s
in
your pants.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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