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You know, they are all fab and fuzzy one moment; flat-gone the next. Wonder where part of your heart went? Is part of your soul feeling tarnished? Promises, they are full of them. Ideas, fantasy-lovers, so intriguing; feel like a puppet, a robot, like you’ve been ridden; a nouveau vacuum cleaner suddenly replaced? Some folks call them fickle, others two-timers - me, I call them slippers! They try you on, wear you out and before you get a chance to be worn out, they just slip away leaving cold and bare! **** slippers! Jon Von Erb 6/2020
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
Never be too ready to be a pair!
You know, they are all fab and fuzzy one moment; flat-gone the next. Wonder where part of your heart went? Is part of your soul feeling tarnished? Promises, they are full of them. Ideas, fantasy-lovers, so intriguing; feel like a puppet, a robot, like you’ve been ridden; a nouveau vacuum cleaner suddenly replaced? Some folks call them fickle, others two-timers - me, I call them slippers! They try you on, wear you out and before you get a chance to be worn out, they just slip away leaving cold and bare! **** slippers! Jon Von Erb 6/2020
A play on words, their multiple meanings!
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
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