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Opinion, Nostalgia, People, and Photography. The Man in the Red Slacks. Please note that I do NOT know the Man in the Red Slacks. One may be older, now and then,. One may be younger, come again,. The man in the candy-apple red slacks. The one in your life. Asks you to wear those red pants. Every now and then,. What would Donna and I do with two tiny men, the size of gophers? .

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1 I have not written in form for quite some time now. And I have not written anything at all for half that time. I had written in free-verse in the interim. I decided to go with the Echo Sonnet today.

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