One foot is shod,
the other is bare.
She's walking in circles,
yet seems unaware.
She looks for a shoe,
that no longer is there.
She's wasting her time,
but does not seem to care.
Fruitless and pointless,
to search in despair.
When she can look in her heart,
and pick out a new pair.
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