Saturday, November 26, 2005

OLD SHOE:

I'm just an old shoe, rejected for a brand new pair. Once shiny bright, pride of my master's feet, now I lay in disarray in the closet of his past. Made of indestructible leather that kept his feet warm and dry in inclement weather, I've been replaced by running shoes, I guess I'm out of style. I've walked my last mile.

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