So much depends on the weather,
But it doesn't matter--
Some stare, other glare.
It's funny I admit, the looks I get--
They bring their own atmosphere.
Still they hurt, and it isn't fair--
They're so big, popping out everywhere.
Someone called me...
"Double D", a "Boulderholder", and "Juggs McCoy"--
(sigh)
"Fun for girls and boys"
My Big Feet
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