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My Boots

My boots look great on my feet.

They’re made of un-real leather.

Buy myself a little treat.

Put them on in cold weather.

 

Wear them whenever I want.

They’ll go with everything.

Run around on my little jaunts.

Happiness to me they will bring.

 

I walk along and hear them click.

Heels about 3 inches high.

On pavement or cobblestone brick.

Looks from all when I walk by.

 

Open my eyes and back to reality.

As I stand before the store window.

Set in my downtown locality.

These boots I don’t actually own.

 

I wish I could afford them, though.

Give myself a little reward.

They are the latest of trends.

And, I work so very hard.

 

But, my paycheck is what will hinder.

My bills taking priority.

Keep my family warm in cold winters.

Nothing left for frivolity.