WHITE SLIPPERS

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It was long past dawn in the humid skies
The ease of leaving work robbed by heat
In a vehicle not so comfortable but useful
A metal shop for a lady of grace like I am
Nothing else came to my mind but this one
Out of a nearly fifty pairs only this came by
A cracked red ladle pours water to refreshes
With keys in hands plus phone the drive to
On my feet a pair of famous labeled brand
A cunningly deceiving with of gullibility traps
The pair of…………………………..White Slippers

The reason still bleak but strung to the heart
A pathway of potatoes roads and sitting pools
Dark and windy maybe a mile off a sign post
Streaks of old fear fill the ragged red pick-up
Far into a virgin territory a quest for a quench
Shy shame dances on brows neatly coiffure
Break into many pieces a tract set as a glass
Pink as the motive her coat adorn the slacks
Accustomed finally to a protected mooted villa
On cemented slabs each step etched for time
Deep the chord of seconds for the weak link
Made from soul within the plumes of a heart
The pair of…………………………………White Slippers

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