February 3, 2009
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Wher wud i b with out my kicks'
Wud i b da same r diffrent a lil bit'
Wud i look dwn every tyme that i walked
Knowing that the front of my shoes cud talk'
Late at night can't even walk dwn the street
because The squeak from my shoes wkes people from their sleep
Thats y i try to keep my shoes so fresh
So that i can always look my the best'
Sorry this poem was short n quick
But i jus got the word about some new kicks'

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