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I didn't want new shoes, Not from the Goodwill store again. My father opened his piggy bank, I guess there are other boys Who would take the shoes You have now. Ping, ping, ping, Quarters hitting the counter As he payed for shoes I didn't choose. My friends can tell if the shoes are used Or not, I looked up at my father. You haven't even seen the shoes, You've been nagging the whole time! My whines could be heard round The Westside, from the seat of the Truck I imagined the ridicule, The mean things they would say And I would be parylyzed From their words. I put them on the next day. My father would never have guessed He chose used Jordan sneakers, His wise natural character beyond Such things, whose calming voice Made the world rearrange to sense.
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
New Shoes
I didn't want new shoes, Not from the Goodwill store again. My father opened his piggy bank, I guess there are other boys Who would take the shoes You have now. Ping, ping, ping, Quarters hitting the counter As he payed for shoes I didn't choose. My friends can tell if the shoes are used Or not, I looked up at my father. You haven't even seen the shoes, You've been nagging the whole time! My whines could be heard round The Westside, from the seat of the Truck I imagined the ridicule, The mean things they would say And I would be parylyzed From their words. I put them on the next day. My father would never have guessed He chose used Jordan sneakers, His wise natural character beyond Such things, whose calming voice Made the world rearrange to sense.
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
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