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Lost Soles
One evening as I walked my dog
I came across a pair of shoes
Lying there beside a log
Not exactly breaking news
Still I couldn’t help but wonder
Who would ditch their size sixteens
Did they hate the rainbow colors
Or the oddly random seams?
Or perhaps some bozo missed them
These huge and homely shoes I’d found
And rather than dismiss them
There I stood, missing a clown.
Copyright ©
Ina Goodling
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