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A free verse written from a shoe's point of view |
| "Shoes: A Perspective" I walk for miles never tiring Yet I get little credit I protect and kiss everybody's foot And for it I am usually ignored. How would you feel if you were I Try being in my place Stuck supporting all the weight Wading through God knows what Yet you never hear me complain. I simply do my job Only to retire into the trash bin Having never said a word. |