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Nike Sneakers

Stop Look Listen! This Emergency is Dire I've Perched myself on a Telephone Wire Crowds have gathered below I'm starting to Perspire I do not want Money or to Be known as Sire All I Ask to soothe my Psyche Is a simple pair of sneakers with a swoosh And the letters spelled N-I-K-E

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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