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Show Ode to Old Boots There Is nothing so express Ive which the human eye can see is a pair of well worn boots with their simple dignity. The tops are dull and wrln kled they have really lost their starch, the gate then travels downward to the tired sagging arch. The heels are scuffed and crooked, from polish they are bare, they try to turn a corner when there are no corners there. The soles are worn so very thin they can't be patched again, when you step opon a pebble yoo get a twinge of pain. The toes have lost their covering, they've taken awfol knocks trying to protect yoor toe and cover up your socks They could really tell a story If they could only talk, maybe it Is well they can't It may be quite a shock. They're old but oh so comfortable you hate to see their end, they're something to be cherished like an old and trusted friend. |