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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Hermes Shoes
My shoe squeaks down the hall.
Screaming lightly with each foot fall ,
And with what piercing shrieks it sighs.
My shoe under such pressure will meet demise .
A more just sacrifice cannot be found.
My shoe a hero, will be sonnet bound.
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