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my shoes
one size 7 and one size 6
i dealt with the cards i was handed i couldnt just pick
my shoes are worn out, battered, and bruised
not the feet of a clown, walk a mile in them you wont be amused
not following any one path, i led my own way but sometimes id fall or step on some cracks
i tried on some others to see if they fit, though they felt better, it wouldnt aquit
couldnt attest t...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 10:58 am
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