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These Old Boots

These old boots have seen their better days. But day after day, they continue to amaze Their part of me, as surely as my own two feet. They’ve packed me around through the rain, snow, mud and heat. Thy are not as shiny or new as some. But they still are getting the job done. They are old and worn, but they’ve yet to fail me. And if they could talk, oh the story they’d tell me. They damn sure ain’t much to look at anymore. Their scuffed, scratched and weather wore. They’ve stood on concrete and splashed in the mud. And at the end of the day kicked aside with a heavy thud. They fit just right and their mine even if the are old. They kept my feet dry and out of the cold. Even though the time to buy a new pair has done past. They make me wish all things were made to last. Their tougher than the leather their made of. And worn with pride and a strange sense of love. Sarah D Comstock 10-06-2009

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