Once upon a time there was a little boy who loved his favorite clothes. When he quit growing out of his favorite clothes this made him happy, when his clothes started to wear out this made him sad, ALAS! he would continue to patch them - even adding NEW POCKETS!

This little boy, now grown, also loves to go barefoot - and when he "dresses up" he puts on FLIP FLOPS!

Part of a favorite poem:
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
...With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy, -
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art, - the grown-up man
... In the reach of ear and eye, -
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!...

by ...Whittier, John Greenleaf
One of the best-loved American poets of the 19th century,

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