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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Boots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I found a pair of boots upon the street<br>So I took them home to wear on my feet<br>I washed them I cleaned them and I aired them out<br>So I could put them all later when I would walk about.<br>I put my new boots on, and I walked down the road<br>They seemed so very sturdy to carry my heavy load<br>Then they took me places where I have never been<br>I could tell that these boots were very well broken in.<br>They felt so very soft and comfortable upon my feet<br>How excited I was for my new boots others would see.<br>And when I did my walk many persons just stared<br>As they looked at my new boots but I really never cared.<br>Maybe they too just wanted boots just like mine<br>But this one thing I knew they were hard for me to find.<br>I had so much fun with my brand new pair of boots<br>We walked everywhere they placed me in a happy mood<br>And the longer that I walked still no pain did I feel<br>I was excited and content my life became so surreal.<br>So it started to get late so I decided to walk home<br>So that's were we head just me and my boots alone<br>And then when I took them off I placed them beside my bed<br>So I could be ready for my next journey or adventure ahead.<br>I wore those boots of mine for many, many years<br>They always felt so comfortable never brought me any tears<br>I would wash them and clean them and polish them too<br>Now they were always mine and they always looked brand new.<br>Then one day I wore another pair of shoes when I went out<br>I left my old boots home alone so they could air out<br>So myself and my new shows were gone most of the day<br>As I had errands to run and also many bills to pay.<br>But sadly when I got home I was taken by surprise<br>My boots were stolen and that brought tears to my eyes<br>I thought to myself who would steal those old boots of mine<br>Boots that have been worn and used who would commit that crime.<br>So I went out and bought so many different pairs of shoes<br>And none are that old as they are all seemingly brand new<br>I still go for my walks and I still go to town and all about<br>My feet are so much happier now I myself with joy wanna shout<br>But every now and then I think about those boots I once wore<br>The ones I found on the street and I never bought in the store<br>I wonder now if they are ragged and torn and beyond repair<br>But that's someone else problem now, so why would I care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Randy L. McClave</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randy+McClave">Randy McClave</a><div class=q>
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So I took them home to wear on my feet
I washed them I cleaned them and I aired them out
So I could put them all later when I would walk about.
I put my new boots on, and I walked down the road
They seemed s..."></div>
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