A shoe is gone, one of a pair
that once both belonged to me.
Who loses a single shoe, and where?
I look and look, but do not see.
It’s missing maybe for forever;
must have walked off by itself.
See, shoes these days are very clever,
won’t stay in place upon a shelf.
Oh never mind, I just found it,
it’s been here underneath this chair.
Ignore the part the dog clearly bit.
I wonder who could have put it there.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
Good that you find it.
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chew marks and all
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Oh thats sad.
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This isn’t a real story. Just a silly poem.
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okay.
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like your homework
gnawed
and found
when no longer needed.
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exactly
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and bingo is the word s name.
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Nice work, Joy. I swear, my slippers have a mind of their own, are almost never where I thought I kicked them off.
I thought you might enjoy this:
https://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2018/04/slippers.html
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Thanks for sharing that, Ron! Very funny!
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Good job
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Thank you!
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Once it happened with my one shoe ! 😇😇 well written 💕❤
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♥️
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This is an interesting piece. Analyzing it, I thought about all the times I wonder, “Who would do such a thing?” only to realize I’m guilty of it myself. Not sure if that was the intended message of the poem, but it just goes to show what the subconscious can sneak into a couple innocent looking lines.
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That was the direction that I was thinking of taking the poem at first, but by the time I had written it, it was the dog, hence the teeth marks
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Haha
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