All day I was aware…
I was not totally naked.
And my feet,
Have only been seen…
By a selected few.
None of whom now…
See me tie my own shoes.
And when I purchase another pair…
Who will care,
What color sox I will choose to wear?
Or if they match.
I tied my own shoes.
I was conscious of it.
All day I was aware…
I was not totally naked.
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