No Laces
A line of loafers march in step,
through halls of granite and of pearl.
A rare and vaunted holy sept,
heels all clicking, toes unfurled.
Through halls of granite and of pearl,
briefcases locked by secret code,
heels all clicking, toes unfurled,
two by two, sixteen all told.
Briefcases locked by secret code,
the minting men on orders high.
Two by two, sixteen all told,
Thirty-two pennies, no laces to tie.
The minting men on orders high,
a rare and vaunted holy sept.
Thirty-two pennies, no laces to tie,
a line of loafers march in step.
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