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Clogs I always wore clogs with solid socks when a boy bought a pair today, not made of wood and leather but of some plastic stuff. I have tried them on walked up and down in the living room into the yard I do not think I will use them often. They are a clumsy looking pair and had nothing to offer but sore heels and the childhood is distant as ever I put them in the outhouse a nice home for mice, spiders and other mysterious things that lurk in there. The clogs were made in Germany, and it surprises me how the Germanic people can make products then here in low paid Portugal. I think the reason is that Portugal has too many Overpaid bosses and never mind the Indians

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