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Memoir #67 MAG
I'd like to say we met at the homecoming dance 
 But my Sneakers squeaked too much 
 And he was too curious 
 Because Shoes make sounds that grate on nerves 
 In a way that lets you know they are here 
 I'd like to say that we both fell in love 
 Staring into each other's eyes as we passionately – 
 but he thought I was annoying and I had no time 
 for ones who did not appreciate my presence 
 Squeaky Shoes or otherwise 
 so a day passed and we saw each other in the hallway 
 me with my Shoes 
 and him with his unnerving stare 
 Personally, though, I felt attached 
 As if every passing glance or blink in 
 My direction meant the world to me and therefore 
 meant the world to him 
 I didn't understand the importance of dance 
 But it was important to him 
 and therefore important to me 
 And so with loud Sneakers that sang along with the music 
 and a dress that would much rather be paired with heels 
 I moved and danced and my friends 
 laughed and I 
 squeaked and he stared and looked away and stared 
 And I realized that prettygirls loved him and wasipretty? 
 But he paid no mind to prettygirls and walked to me 
 his shoes scuffled toward canary Sneakers 
 beckoning him with sounds that only Shoes can make 
 And we Danced and He Talked and Smiled and my 
 sneakers were less audible 
 Replaced by the beat of the music pounding 
 Within my chest.
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