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orthopaedic shoes  (  a  p o e m z  )

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strolling a song

in the muddle of the morn


baa bleat the cows

& a moo from all the ewes


stringing along

with y' vest & dressing gown


toothpaste's the stain

on y' tartan painted trews


smiles from the town

on a yokel-local lane


still sits the wind

so the miller blows a fuse


autumn's in spore

as a buzzard boars the sky


holes in the soles

of y' orthopaedic shoes

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