Ah, Squeaky,Squeaky Shoes
Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky shoes...you annoy me when steady rain falls!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
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