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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