My favorite poem as a child was this, and I am typing from memory, mind you.
"My New Shoes"
See my new shoes
so bright and so black
a bow at the front
a tap at the back
they're only for parties
Mother tucks them away
but sometimes I find them
and I dance and I play
I click and I clatter
all down the hall
oh how I love my new shoes
but Dad doesn't at all.
That brings me back. To a time when life was simple. When life consisted of nothing more than mudpies and catepillars and all boys had cooties. Well, some still do. I wish I still had my childhood naivete and innocence to protect me from the harshness of the outside world but unfortunately, this little mudpie-making catepillar-catching girl has grown up and she's all alone.
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