My Tennis Shoe

February 6, 2008
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My sneakers lie in a closet down stairs,
Among many other different pairs.
They are worn, torn, and very old.
They smell terrible. I can smell them from here.
They've been with me many years,
Through countless wears and tears.
My mother keeps telling me,
"Throw them away."
But I like them, so they'll stay.





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