His Socks Are Pink
Amsterdam,Netherlands
10/5/09
Madame Tossoe
A stranger on the street
He fumbled around the streets
Nothing left to eat
Doing his day job like every other day
Just this day was different
This day he wore new shoes
The first he called his own
And he wore them to show off
To the world
But world sat back
And watch as the stranger begged and begged
But since he was wealthy enough for shoes
Why should he get any more?
So the man took off he shoes
Still baring no socks
His insanely stinky feet
Scared off the rich costumers
And one girl
passed his feet
and poured loads of nickles
in his cup
**I wanted him to buy new pairs of socks**
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