Shoe   My old shoe A brownish heel sits on the ground With no socks around I put it on my feet And that’s quite neat I walk out the door As I pound the floor Over the grass and across the lot Trying to avoid a gum spot I need a clean shirt And groomed hair But I need not worry My shoe is always there I wore it to school, to parties and bars And looked quite different My trusty shoe has always been constant Money for new shoes is my goal But these shoes have much ingrained In the sole…
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