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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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