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Her daughter's spare key, slipped in the lock, to open A lifeless house The granddaughter follows "Take the shoes, they're of little value." Obediently, timidly, she goes to the bedroom closet. She tries on a pair of beige sandals; understated, good quality, and so comfortable. These are followed by two more pairs, which disappoint in comparison. Then, Oh, She sees the slippers. So familiar, knit together. And the granddaughter unravels. She slips them on. Slips into oblivion. Do you need a hug? Singsong from the office. They meet in the hallway. And slip into each other's arms. It is easy to wear her literal shoes But the slippers feel empty on her feet.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
Her Knit Slippers
Her daughter's spare key, slipped in the lock, to open A lifeless house The granddaughter follows "Take the shoes, they're of little value." Obediently, timidly, she goes to the bedroom closet. She tries on a pair of beige sandals; understated, good quality, and so comfortable. These are followed by two more pairs, which disappoint in comparison. Then, Oh, She sees the slippers. So familiar, knit together. And the granddaughter unravels. She slips them on. Slips into oblivion. Do you need a hug? Singsong from the office. They meet in the hallway. And slip into each other's arms. It is easy to wear her literal shoes But the slippers feel empty on her feet.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
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