She kept stepping into puddles.
And her shoes began to fret.
Her shoes told her that they were getting wet.
She told her shoes not to get upset.
That she loved the feel of her feet getting wet.
And to be sweet and not complain.
That puddles would not hurt them.
And that they were being a little vain.
She told her shoes not to get upset….That she loved the feel of her feet getting wet…And to be sweet and not complain. A very delightful, two quatrain poem which sounds so sweet in expression. Well done, Lamar. I enjoyed reading it.
Her shoes began to fret and this really amazed mind. Being sweet in life matters a lot. An amazing sharing is done really...10
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To be sweet and not to complain, all expect others to be She spoiled her shoes to get good feel.. A thought provoking poem