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Feb 2022
Impressions do not last,
How was I to know?
When the seasons changed
They melted with the snow,
The ground so ****** white
That crunched beneath my feet,
Is no longer pretty,
Mud seeps underneath,
At least it’s not so cold,
I am warmer now,
It’s true
Now I impress no man
Or care about my shoes
@BLC 2022
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
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