The Old Checkered Coat
Seems like yesterday,
that I went out to paly,
in my old checkered coat,
my, how memories float.
My mom would say,
before you play,
put on your checkered coat
my, how memories float.
I remember the day,
I heard my mother sy,
here's your new checkered coat
my, how memories float.
Now today, I say goodbye,
in the box it goes, as I cry,
goodbye, goodbye old checkered coat,
my, how momories float
poem by Jim Foulk
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