Wed, 07 Dec 2022
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Broken shoe,
Unbridled joy,
A little less serious,
A little less 'mysterious'.
O broken shoe,
How does it feel,
To peel back and flop,
To break and kneel,
To be tread on,
Yet yield,
And support my weighty soles,
Through mire and field?
O broken shoe,
Unbridled joy,
I take myself a little less
Serious...
Maybe a little glue will hold you together?
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