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The clog

Jenelle Jindal, MD

You’ve got your white coat
In your scrubs you can jog
But you’re just not a resident
Till you have the Clog.

So many colors
But all the same shape
Honey distressed or
Black cabrio more sedate.

Years have since passed
Since that old school fad
But still the sight of that Dansko
Makes me so glad.

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