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New Month, Old Shoes

First Verse
I keep meaning to replace them.
They have taken me through two cities
and one very bad year and they know
the exact shape of the trouble in my left foot.

A new pair would be better.
A new pair would not know anything.

This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch

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