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Jun 2018
I am glad you are
I am not
I tried wearing those colonial shoes
My feet have the nerve to just refuse
In fact, the term was “Pain, Agony and Defeat”
I tell you not a happy feat or better known as Feet
The only shoes I would wear being a Town Crier is Flip Flops
Colonial shoes back than
However, who am I too say and wasn’t born until after when
Comfortable shoes are my favorite word
Now have you heard?
Apparently not as I think
I court you in that wink
Painful Agony feet wouldn’t be my best suit
No being a Town Crier for me as there wouldn’t be any pursuit
Now the Colonial Town people wouldn’t want to see a Town Crier Cry
I ask you to look me in the eye
The explanation would be hard to explain
This Town Crier would only complain
Everything else would just remain
Uncomfortable Colonial Shoes would definitely come to their end
Relief that would start from when
Imagine passing information to the Colonial Citizens
I would probably wine up in prison
Nothing in reason than shoes that hurt
Arguing Feet
A total give into being defeat
Those Colonial Shoes I just couldn’t keep
In my eyes it just a clean sweep
It would be a Town Crier try
As for the reason, all I can say is why?
I don’t know how Benjamin Franklin and other Colonial Pioneers wore those shoes
I would have to refuse
Those Colonial Pioneers must have had feet like stone
But I will leave that alone
But History is History
As for Arguing Colonial Shoes that is a total mystery
My opinion in a final thought, I should have known.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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