Being able to fit the shoes I wear,
Is not a question I raise.
It is the whining sounds of pain I hear,
From those who believed...
They were able to walk a mile in them.
And when I have them on...
They feel comfortable.
Fitting me perfectly!
With not one complaint,
From them have I ever given.
To feel free to be me wherever I traveled.
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