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May 2011
Sitting on a bench, I saw
The most peculiar thing
A ******* bird came swooping down
Wearing a diamond ring
 
He looked at me as I stared back
Not sure what to do
Then the bird, so very quickly
Took my own black shoe
 
I ran after him yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!”
But he didn’t care to listen
So I started putting up signs all over town
That said my shoe had gone a’missin’
 
I searched and searched, I looked all day
And nothing did I find
Until the ******* bird
Appeared inside my mind
 
He came when I was sleeping
It was almost like a nightmare
He told me that I’d never get my shoe back
And that I should cease to care
 
But that’s something I would never do
I needed that shoe of mine
That was my only pair that was black
I wore them when I went to dine
 
Once I had looked
For almost thirty years
I finally let out
My sad, surrendering tears
 
The bird had won
I decided that
I did not plan
On getting that shoe back
 
Once the first tear fell from my eye
I heard a knock on my door
I opened it, yet no one was there
I looked down to the floor
 
And that’s when I saw it
My very own black shoe!
I could not believe my eyes
I thought it was all a dream too
 
Then on the underside of the shoe
There was a little note
It was signed from the bird!
And this is what he wrote:
 
Dear Miss Shoe Owner,
I am sorry to make you cry
All I wanted was a little fun
Now I guess this is goodbye
 
I cried and cried, I cried all day
But they were happy tears
For that bird had kept me running
Through all these years
 
Thank you ******* bird
Wherever you may be
You forever and always will
Be a friend to me
Molly Claire
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Molly Claire
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