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holes in my shoes growing bigger by the day yawning and gaping with every step every flex every adventure i'll dance my way down twisty sidewalks pull off my shoes and stroll languidly barefoot in the grass push my toes into these blue skies this sunny day the cool dirt - slip my feet back in and feel the tears inching wider, creeping to reveal multicolored socks, drawing a raggedly fluid map of my travels - if the whites turn to browns turn to grays are they any less beautiful? picking up pigment from perilous puddles, if you take the road less traveled believe me you will get holes in yr shoes!