New tennis shoes, this poem is for you

Oh tennis shoes, new tennis shoes,

I write this little poem for you.

I love the smell that comes from thee,

when first I put you on my feet.

That newness that you do possess,

that smell of leather, then smell of sweat

when I come home and take you off, it shows

that we have done our job.

To have you on and to break you in,

I can’t wait ’til I can run again!

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