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Traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes traveling shoes yall got on my traveling shoes I can travel now got on my traveling shoes can travel yall got on my traveling shoes traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes I can travel now got on my traveling shoes got my shoes on got on my traveling shoes I can travel now got on my traveling shoes I can pay my traveling dues because a man miracle told a story in the weeping willow zone. There was a man the story said! The man saw his turmoil every day he lived he saw that all in the house the people he grew up in the household had all types of shoes to wear gold buckles diamond crested shoes of one kind of leather boots three pairs a piece one of a kind. But not for him He went everywhere around this story every day complaining complaining complaining about this hurtful life worldly Journey down here. Even as he cleaned the yard the lawn the barn the stables the hog pen stalls he felt unworthy to smile his feet bare and dirty. At night he felt sad hurt very ungrateful Nevertheless, the stars shined so brightly that light twinkled the reflection of light he sent to heaven, or why not be grateful for the feelings of what the running water felt like over the tired feet? Feet in the sweet soap to be cleansed soothed touched rubbed and scrubbed daily luxury of a relaxation of all stress rest in its place he went about life shouting am a man with no shoes to wear no one cares about me no one cares if I live or die the cinderella story is near. He was raised in the castle of gray brick existence, but he was. A shining knight to himself. Every time there was never enough money when he wanted to buy some leather boots to protect his feet from the pain the winter rage the summer heat the springtime rebirth walking threw the flower beds and the trees was his springtime joy as he walked bare feet he thought no shoes again for me so he told every one and talked everywhere. Look at me no shoes look how I am treated in the beauty of my beauty with no shoes to wear and everyone observed his feet before he even came to speech. As This man sat alone by the weeping willow tree he heard a warm hello how do you do just passing through the fields smiling he never saw the man's face just a very weak wavery song of gratitude and happiness to feel the breeze he the shadowed man was happy journey greet so the man came out the shadows with a kind heart he had no legs and walked on his hands and crawled about on his knees since birth every day holding life-loving spirit as a guest the mystery showed gratitude. So the legless man needed no shoes to travel he had no legs to complain only his hands he waved at the man always grateful for his traveling plans and his many gains. Time was of the essence. So he left the scene.. He the other man was left sitting by the weeping willow tree. Then he stood up! Man This was the new beginning of love that burst threw his song with actions and movements and twists and mindset turns around that one encounter changed the tone of his song. He stood up and walked into his destiny singing looking down at his feet and then up to the blue-gray skies what he did next is the song is the story Singing with newfound energy. Traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes! Traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes I can travel now. got on my traveling shoes I can travel yall got on my traveling shoes I can travel now yes shoes on got on my traveling shoes I can travel yall got on my traveling shoes got my shoes on yes got my shoes on I can travel yall! So he met a man that had no need for shoes yet his travels never ever missed a destiny call are beat to the play of the drumbeat heart he stood tall He danced to another drumbeat! And became a conquering Knight both are millionaires! for sure Just a Story told that is true!

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Date: 9/18/2023 12:16:00 PM
Great narrative poem Joyce, we should always be grateful..
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