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aaron-duykers
aaron-duykers
No one reads this. Why bother?
I suppose I ought to let you know Just how appreciative I am Of your service to me And my feet You took me places On clouds I don't remember Ever getting sore heels We've seen all kinds of weather Fierce rain on the morning walk to school And mother nature's many mood swings Have taken a toll on you Your smooth black laces Are frayed and caked With crusty salt From the sidewalk that once was icy Your once black leather Is dull and gray And has splotches Of mud and dust Once you were fit for any occasion Now all I put you on for Is to go get the mail; A job better suited for slippers Someday I promise To shine you up Give you new laces And go for a walk with you.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Improved Letter to my Shoes
I suppose I ought to let you know Just how appreciative I am Of your service to me And my feet Your lovely black laces Are frayed and caked With crusty salt From the sidewalk that once was icy Your once black leather Is dull and gray And has splotches Of mud and dust Someday I promise To shine you up Give you new laces And go for a walk with you.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Letter to my shoes
I am the bane of your existence I am that which you seek I am but a circle In a rectangular prison But if you release me I will take you On adventures, Over mountains, Through caves, Beneath skyscrapers. I make you happy I make you angry I am an experience Or merely just a game.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Untitled
Stone, stone, stone, How ancient and wise you must be. With ages and ages of knowledge and pages of books hidden within your gray outside. Stone, stone, stone, What would happen if you were to be thrown? Into a river, down a hill, past the moss-covered path to the mill. Into the lake, dark and deep, Where for many a year you soundly sleep. Stone, stone, stone, You seem to be extremely tame. If a person trips, are you to blame? Is your long life but a useless game? Do you find human culture lame? Or do you think it's all the same, Because you are a stone? Stone, stone, stone.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Nature Poem
A lowly bud grows Someday it will be A bright red tulip
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Nature Haiku