Knees…they’re a death row inmate getting the allotted one hour of yard time, stepping out of the cell and into the sun.
Ankles…confused and happy by the whoosh, the slobbery dog half out the window of a speeding car.
Babies run away, mothers scream, grown men weep openly, sirens wail.
Yes people, I am in the short pants today.
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did you wear black socks?
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