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Air Jordan Flights

By , Tenafly, NJ
They sit by my front door,
Cooling off after a hot summers day.
They trampled the hardwood,
For what seems like days,
Even though it’s only been hours.
The jumpman23 looks faded away,
Trying to escape its captivity.

I know they can’t talk,
But they are in deep pain.
They keep my feet comfy,
And they’re still able to run and play.
The question for them still remains:
Are you really through with me yet?





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