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Those Old Red Pumps

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Everyday
You would tell me how
You used to slip them on
And go out dancing
Instant confidence,
You'd say
You lips upturned at the memory
And it became easy to see beyond
The Wrinkles of time past,
And imagine your bright smile
Lighting up the room
As whatever man was lucky enough
To be awarded this dance,
Spun you round and round,
Those red pumps glistening in the light
Your eyes twinkling to match
But soon the light would fade
And your once radiant face
Would become etched with lines
As you sat hunched over, frail
Those old red pumps just a distant memory





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