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Big Feet

When the lights go down and the kids are asleep My spirit wants to party Tell that to my feet. My poor tired feet As big as they are Have carried my weight All night at the bar They're in a tough place they can't see my face they know I am there my mom called them “grace” They kicked and they clunked into doors, legs and chairs never meaning to hurt anyone that was there They were always too big I was always too tall Why didn't they make Size elevens at all? The poor things were squeezed In a 10 my whole life Til Payless arrived Making everything right! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gas prices getting you down? Search AOL Autos for fuel-efficient used cars.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 4/20/2009 12:37:00 AM
Loved the second stanza, great work...Raul
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Date: 10/2/2008 2:34:00 PM
well, this is getting kinda weird, I am a size 12 and my brother a size 13 and we always had worn out shoes that were streched or fixed with elastic material, so this is a mirror to my feet and a praise to those blissters, thanx. ;)Blessed be. Bellantony
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Date: 9/7/2008 6:18:00 AM
thank god! john
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Date: 8/9/2008 11:14:00 AM
it reminds me of my son, when he lived at home i was always tripping over his shoes they were so big. so this was a great piece you wrote, brought me a smile. thank you for reading Trapped in Time and for your comment
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Date: 6/26/2008 5:28:00 PM
Love it. Thanks for brightening up my day Karen. :-)
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