Oh, My Feet Hurt
Oh, my feet hurt
Walking all about,
When I get home
Maybe I'll throw these sneakers out.
Walking for two and half hours
Through a cedar chipped path,
I'll be bootin' the chipmunks and squirrels
They'll be feeling my wrath.
Oh, my feet hurt
What more can I say?
I just want the pounding to stop
I really wish, it would go away.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.10/2005
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