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April 26, 2008 | by  | in Online Only | [ssba]

An ode to Huffer Hoodies

Man I love Huffer hoodies. I have four of them. They’re so warm, they look good, they have a positive little message on the inside of the hood to cheer you up during the winter months. They are the epitome of what is good. So here is a poem I composed about them. It took me 15 minutes or so, so don’t expect Shakespeare.

Oh Huffer how you warm my heart
with hoodies that are pure art.
I pull one on, and feel complete
it warms my body from head to feet.

 

I feel the elastic around my wrist
and know that I could never have another tryst
with Little Brother, Federation or K. Walker.
Huffer is definitely bloody corker.

 

When I strut around wearing Huffer threads
I feel like I am high on meds.
Pull the hood down to keep snuggilly
Huffer’s the best thing about this country.

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Fig. 34) The author in his Huffer hoody.

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