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Without you, my feet feel gigantic,
Their size, perhaps the Atlantic.
I push and pull and twist them and still
They refuse to go in - so I’m frantic.
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A shoe is meant to encase them
Not to coddle nor cuddle or replace them.
Without your firm touch and assistance as such,
I’d be barefoot without a replacement.
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Joe Luca
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