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Boys The boy wore long baggy pants. They fell down if he walked fast. Underwear covers his lower part. Sometimes reveals his little wart. To his friends he's cool like them. On his rear he shows some skin. His underwear is new and bold. Bright colors like red and gold. He walks and pull his jeans up. Just before they show his butt. So he can walk down the block. Before he has to make a stop. Pull them up go another block. One of these days they'll drop. To the street then he must stop. Pull them up as his piers watch. BY: Kings
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