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Your shoes don’t care who you are
They only care about your feet
The red pumps and the dress oxfords
For the opera don’t really treat your feet
Any different than the sneakers or the flip flops
At the beach—the human dramas don’t reach
Below the belt—the legs are bored by your prancing
Back and forth in dialogues that don’t interest them
The feet just do their job keeping you up right and moving
And connected to the earth which they love more than your shoes