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Talking shoe

I went to put on my shoes.

But when in my room I found

One not two.

 

This is not right I said in my head

I put them booth at the end of my bed.

 

I look to the right and then the left. 

And there I saw it under my desk.

 

I got down on my knees and looked under.

When I reached out for it it started to shudder.

I made a face then shook with laughter.

I must be going nuters.

 

Pulling it out I walked to my bed.

Then sat Down and shook my head.

 

"don't you laugh at me it said" I throw it down 

Almost wetting the bed.

 

That's not right I said shoes don't move or talk to you.

It laughed and said" oh but we do" 

I closed my eyes and said I'm going mad. 

 

Take it easy I said to myself 

It's just a shoe it dose not move or

Talk to you.

 

I picked it up and put it on.

On the way down stairs I stubed my toe. It laugh " see what I can do and I'm just a shoe.

 

One that's talking to you!.

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Written by
brad-j-march
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Published
Dec 25, 2010
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