My left shoe has a hole in the bottom.
I rather like it that way—until I get to the gravel.
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- Santa Claus Is Coming to Town (and Too Soon)
- Some Sort of Complex
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- Of Shoes—and Ships—and Sealing Wax*
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- I've Come to Realize
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- City That Never Sleeps
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- The Last Words of Gerard Manley Hopkins
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