The Shoes

The shoes stood still,

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All was quiet, hardly
a

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was heard.. a rustle, a
creak
Outlook bleak.
On they went, down at

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Soles worn through,
scuffed
and scarred,
no longer blue.
Through field and
wood
Stream and ditch
Past leaf.. and
bud
Here? There?..which?
Then in the
distance
Could it be true?
A light ahead,
Is
it you?
The shoes they smile,

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of step,home at last.