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<poem title="a view of shoes     ">
<author>Philip Burton</author>
<date>09/02/2008</date>
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<line>shoes - </line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>the very last word</line>
<line> in leather and rubber </line>
<line> and polish</line>
<line> that march us out</line>
<line> like two Great Aunts</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>and yet they seem</line>
<line> so small down there,</line>
<line> so far away</line>
<line> and small...</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>but I bet</line>
<line> that germs,</line>
<line> who live in crevices, </line>
<line> think shoes are big </line>
<line> as Ben Nevis is.</line>
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