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I get them for my birthday
Some at Christmas time Perhaps this Mother's Day They'll be a wish of mine They come in different colors Some with pastel hue My favorite pair is yellow Yet I've been seen in blue I wear the fleece in winter When it's freezing cold outside Now I don't have to shiver For I've set my jeans aside Sweats are soft and loose Around my waist they fit Those denims wore a noose Across my crotch when'er I sit I wear them in morning And in evening too They don't require ironing My wardrobe's less to do Imagine being without them Not on your life it's true They've become a real gem At my age & how 'bout you?
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