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The Old Cobbler

To sew a shoe

A simple thing

To do

Or to stitch a sole

And nail a heel

For a Gentleman's

Stroll

A thimbled poke

A tug of string

A knot

A dozen brads

And a hope

A whisk of shine

For some Lad's

Trot...

Upon this bench

My tools of trade

I work

To ****** a soul

One shoe, by shoe

They all walk down

My road.

A Lady's boot

A slippered foot

Some lace

I'll fix them all

I have the time

They all pass by

My place.

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Published: Jul 6, 2011
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