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My Payless shoes hit Newport ground Stomping, scraping, scuffling Through high society. Talk of politics- Our coffee is cold Adjust the thermostat- Our president is a hero White walls and cars And waves of people. I feel my weight, The yellowing teeth on my tongue. I remember Walking here When I was a kid. I laughed louder And ate more And didn't wear shoes.
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Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC
A Walk Through High Society
My Payless shoes hit Newport ground Stomping, scraping, scuffling Through high society. Talk of politics- Our coffee is cold Adjust the thermostat- Our president is a hero White walls and cars And waves of people. I feel my weight, The yellowing teeth on my tongue. I remember Walking here When I was a kid. I laughed louder And ate more And didn't wear shoes.
michaela-s
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Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC
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