Child slips tender feet,
into new first pair of shoes;
Smiles and runs- squeak, sqeak...
YOU HAVE PUT IT ACROSS VERY WELL POETICALLY! THIS IS ALL THE TIME HAPPENING AROUND ME IN OUR SOCIETY! -Raj
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Shoes with whistle, I still remember, Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour; Every step was applauded with a squeak, And invited kisses to be planted on my cheek.