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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was mooching in the bedroom.. When I heard a tapping sound.. I quickly turned around..... I scratched and shook my head.... Again I heard that tapping sound.. And all so loud.. It was coming from the wardrobe.. My ladies sacred place..... Where dresses, bags and coats all hang.. waiting for the immortal call... "What shall I wear today?" But down the side lay something else.. Climbing to the sky.. The rack with all her shoes.. And looking all brand new.. In fact some lived inside a box.. Have they seen the light of day?..... There was every single colour.. a exotic multi coloured rainbow.. And every single style... She loves her Valentino's... Could buy a million pairs.. There's bows and straps and buckles.. Floral, plain and patterned.. Leather high heel boots.. Silken evening shoes... High heels, Stilettoes, Slingbacks, flats and sandals.. And designer Wellington boots.. Perhaps my partner's a centipede.. With so many pairs of shoes.. I hear the front door open and my partner calling out to me..... I can only hear the rustle of expensive shopping bags.. And the tapping of a toe.. Another pair of shoes has been adopted.. Saved from a terrible fate.. Of being left upon the shelf.. My centipede becomes a millipede.. And my pockets long and empty.. Am I a heel or just a poor old soul...
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