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The Lost Shoe


What to do, what to do?! It seems I may have lost my shoe! I've looked in the kitchen, and down the road. I've even asked a little horny toad. But where could it possibly be? I've checked on my head, I've checked on my bed. With no such luck, have I found such a shoe! Wo, oh wo, what should I do? Another search, I shall accept. Maybe it's somewhere I wouldn't expect. My eyes fell down with a tear on my cheek, and alas! behold I followed the leak. Onto the ground beside my feet, there was my shoe, on my feet. Silly me.

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