Oh shoes, the places you and I have been.
We have trekked through some pretty harsh weather, deep puddles and tall grass.
The possibilities are never ending it seems.
Someday you will no longer accompany me to the mall or a local carnival.
Another pair of converse sneakers will fill your void, but I will miss your broken in fit.
No matter how many holes are torn into you,
I will keep you tucked away in my closet for the sake of fond memories.
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2 comments:
You sent me a picture of shoes once. And the rest, as they say, is history. ;)
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