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There is something to say For worn leather shoes Creased from the effort, And also abuse. Old leather shoes don't complain when worn loose. Nor do they break after bending. Solemnity, Ah, black shoe shine glistens Tread long since used, it's abhorrently smooth. They don't fall apart when broken or battered. They will lace on, Though life left them tattered. mud filling the cracks, tears, scratches? They keep on, why should that matter? Finally this, my mind matches. they drudge on because they don't know how to quit. I wear worn leather shoes, mine are a perfect fit.
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
black leather shoes
There is something to say For worn leather shoes Creased from the effort, And also abuse. Old leather shoes don't complain when worn loose. Nor do they break after bending. Solemnity, Ah, black shoe shine glistens Tread long since used, it's abhorrently smooth. They don't fall apart when broken or battered. They will lace on, Though life left them tattered. mud filling the cracks, tears, scratches? They keep on, why should that matter? Finally this, my mind matches. they drudge on because they don't know how to quit. I wear worn leather shoes, mine are a perfect fit.
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
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