Kapitel 46: A Pair of Old Boots
Brown leather and worn edges, with a proud Aggie stamp,
A pair of boots rested against an old wooden ramp.
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These boots bore their time like a fine Irish wine,
Dusted and aged, but always ready to shine.
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The lines, the creases, such a story they did tell,
Of dancing and living, like a Christmas noel.
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Now rest these old boots did, off set to the side,
Standing at attention, two brown leather brides.
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For what is life, but a pair of old boots?
Worn but living, never changing her roots.
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Written by: AuthorWiz
Written on: March 26th, 2018
Inspired by: Love (Poem I wrote when I was in love.)
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