ShoesA Poem by terry smith
The perfect pair...
We fit perfectly everyone could see together we would travel the world run fly and be free jump in the ocean and dry off in the sun happily but then you started to drift... apart from me I could no longer walk for I am no acrobatic deity so I had to let you go... pity. © 2015 terry smith |
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Added on October 14, 2015 Last Updated on October 14, 2015 Authorterry smithAboutBooks by Terry Smith Bathroom Graffiti Angel Vomit Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland available on Amazon Happily Married more.. |

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