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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shoes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Get rid of those old shoes, ' she said, <br>'Their time has come and gone.'<br>I looked down at my battered soles<br>And smiled, as she went on; <br>When women talk of 'romance', then<br>It must be dressed to kill, <br>But these old shoes saw more romance <br>Than she could ever tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took these shoes to China, <br>They passed through Singapore, <br>They trod old Wenzhou's meaner streets<br>In silence, pride and awe; <br>They padded through fine Restaurants<br>And stood before my class, <br>While Chinese students bit their pens<br>Translating Poe, en masse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These shoes took me to Shanghai, <br>To walk the Nanjing Road, <br>They stood while shoppers gaily passed<br>And chattered some sweet code, <br>These shoes have trod through old Beijing<br>The Square, Tian'anmen, <br>Where Marco Polo did his thing<br>My shoes had followed on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They walked the Summer Palace<br>Where Emperors played their roles, <br>A thousand years of history<br>Was scuffed along their soles, <br>They slithered over Kunming Lake<br>Long frozen, on the ice, <br>They strolled the Bronze Pavilion<br>Like some ancient paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then on the heights at Ba-da-ling<br>They helped me climb 'The Wall', <br>They dragged my poor old bones aloft, <br>I thought that I would fall, <br>They paced beside the Terra Cotta<br>Warriors at Xian, <br>These shoes have seen more romance<br>Than a new pair ever can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Get rid of these old shoes, my dear, <br>I couldn't, I regret; <br>I bought them when I first met you, <br>When we were young, my pet; <br>They hold too many memories<br>Of how we were back when; <br>I'll keep them underneath our bed - '<br>The wife - she kissed me then! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 February 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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'Their time has come and gone.'
I looked down at my battered soles
And smiled, as she went on; 
When women talk of 'romance', then
It must be dressed to kill, 
But these old shoes saw more romance 
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