Ode to my UGG boots
On Christmas morning when I open
my present from my mom, I saw
these beautiful UGG boots,that everyone wish they had.
They looked like fresh California grapes.
My mom bought them from buckle like a bell
Buckle, well at least that's what I thought at first but
then I realized it was a store.
When I put them on for the first time they felt like
two sheep’s cuddling their lamb,
I felt like I was standing on two clouds.
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