Miles In the Same Shoes
Shuffle
Short
Long
Strides
Take us
Home
Or Away
Shoo
Shoes
Bustle
On through
They are much
Harder than
Hands
Shame
We can't all
End up
Where we
Need to be
In a little
Less steps
Than we
Need
Shucks
I've gone
And ruined
My shoes
Now what
Do I do?
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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