The leather bandits are at work again.
My tatty bojangles feet clothes,
protect me from the ground devil,
Bone, skin, cotton, leather
the shoe,
but what is a shoe?
Yes all those things, but not that timothy.
i once owned a shoe, an swedish clog.
crafted by the town cobbler,
Winkleton Jones his name,
his wife a human lampost,
the morale of this reading monogram. stop.
Is that a shoe is always a cheese
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