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Lone Shoe

Time to get out my beret again!

Lone Shoe
a poem by Amanda Helms

Lone shoe,
Alone shoe,
Who left you
On the highway?
Was it a child off to play?
A white-collar worker who could not delay?
A slick suspicious figure who hates light of day?

Oh shoe,
Lone shoe,
Gone is your mate!
You have no date!
You must think
You do not rate!
How can we
Your sadness sate?

LONE SHOE!
ALONE SHOE!
Please, be not blue.
For I believe
Someone
Somewhere
Once
Loved you.

Srsly. I don’t know why I don’t move to New York to resurrect the beat scene. ANY DAY NOW I am sure to be made the Poet Laureate.

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