New shoes on day threeI inspect the first black mark—a small betrayal. **** The first scuff appears.I had hoped to stay abovehistory awhile. **** New shoes, same old world.Hope tiptoes around the mud;experience smiles. **** New shoes in spring rain—hope, that old fool, steps aroundthe first mud puddle.
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