shoes

I once had a pair of beautiful green shoes. I also had a pair of excellent, smart sexyand comfortable beige ones. I know that sounds like a contradiction in terms.
Both sadly taken too soon, by a fox. 
Today I will wear a pair of old faithful shoes. I've had them about 10 years. 
Walk a day in my shoes 

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