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exposéat the base of my big toeall my white socks have become brown, so I pick up my flappy, torn-canvas shoe and there's a hole in the bottom. the next day I switch to my best pair of tennis shoes and walk to work and back through the snow and slush, and in the warmth of my apartment, my socks have soaked up thick wet heels. and like the snap of a shredded shoestring, I understand ... it's time for new shoes. (C) 3/9/99 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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