After the funeral he took his father's shoes (Expensive shoes the ugliest you ever saw) wore them out in all weathers let them rot until the soles flapped trying to escape the ratty uppers holding on for dear life
Poetry, writing, life
After the funeral he took his father's shoes (Expensive shoes the ugliest you ever saw) wore them out in all weathers let them rot until the soles flapped trying to escape the ratty uppers holding on for dear life
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts
That’s my shoes (as was) …
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