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Broken soles All worn out No tread left To run or dance Just down at heel Poor comfort On a hard path But silver linings Cushion sore hurts Making light The next step Until I get a grip And set a gentle pace On the road to recovery
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
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Broken soles All worn out No tread left To run or dance Just down at heel Poor comfort On a hard path But silver linings Cushion sore hurts Making light The next step Until I get a grip And set a gentle pace On the road to recovery
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
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