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Barefoot Girl
We obey society's conventions
For fear there's much to lose
One of the unwritten rules
Is to at least try to wear shoes
You went barefoot like a peasant
A throwback to the days of old
I wondered about your welfare
I feared you might catch cold
You risked those feet on grass and stone
Burned one after dropping the kettle
The other was left hopping mad
Afte...
Saturday 25th April 2020 10:58 am
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