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These boots aint made for walking.
Look cool Great And fluffy Feels nice for a while Click clicking on the pavements of concrete Sometimes they hurt the heel I can cope with this Goodness gracious when they hurt the front and those toes I cannot cope I just wanna get hope I cannot make it These boots aint made for walking They say get used to it What are you trying to proove? Who are you doing this to Don't need to show those people nothing Opression aint pretty, but this advantage to your body Your feet carry all your weight so intelligent how God made them so strong Don't weaken them with the weakest of Fashions God Gave the perfect Knowledge so they ivent Boots made for walking They can walk the walk They can talk the talk Flat Comfy Fluffy They click away too your liking Or they don't make a sound to your liking God gives the knowledge to them and its up to us to think Who am i doing this for Is it for me Or am i trying to look good and proove something to somebody? Vote for this poem
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