a mile in his shoes

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There was an old woman who lived in her shoes, Just held together by sewings and glues She sat on the curb line, begging for bread, Given a bagel and coffee instead   She had many children, but nowhere to go
simply suffer in silence  as solitude seeks me out  my mind is full of violence  but against these thoughts i shout  falling deep in day dreams  i find the pain there doesn't count  your fine, 
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