A Soul of a Shoe
My soul walks in a straight line of life.
I might have a few holes in me.
As I walk this path.
One day you will though me away.
Then I will waist away while you walk in a new soul.
Then new soul will turn out like me.
In the garbarg not wanted.
Then just maybe someone can't get shoe will come and find me.
I will help them for while.
Unilt I can't walk no more.
Any way my soul was made to walk on this ground for a while.
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