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Doin' the Boots for Sunday

Edgin’ the doorway all the time—
Cussin’ the boots for Sunday!
Thinkin’ desertion ain’t such a crime—
Kickin’ the boots for Sunday.
Dreamin’ of rideys, shanghais and tops,
Football, marbles, playin’ at shops;
Watchin’ the clock for fear that it stops—
Doin’ the boots for Sunday!

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  • I-Like-Rhymes Moderators member
    June 18, 2006
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    One can almost see the little boy doing his chores on a Saturday morning and thinking of all the other things he would rather have been doing.