Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Boots is my name, and walkin' is my game.


 
My face hits the dirty streets,
 and sniffs the moist ground.
People run into me and kick me back and forth.
My twin sister stays clean,
while I get sprayed by a falling soda.
I get to play tag and run around.
I can sprawl myself all over the sofa,
Nobody cares!
I keep my small friends warm,
 as they hide inside my fur.
I get replaced by new flip-flops,
and shrivel up in the closet,
until winter slowly rolls back around.


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