Shoes’ paper
He had shoes as did rest
Teacher saw deeper, best
Could read things, clever.
Called him to some corner:
“This is yours…” a paper
And gave him an address:
“Go to this shoes maker…”
She gave him name of shop.
He held firm to a box, toots
In it had, a pair of new shoes.
This is how his world was
No drone, and no bombs.
He grew with love, care
For teachers and others
Shoe maker, shoe giver.
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