Little good child never climbed any trees Never broke her knees Never hurt herself
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Bleeding shoes
Ok, we'll do this one in English, what do you say, little one? You probably don't even remember this at all, you were so young. I trully hope that all the summers you crossed ever since have healed you and your bleeding shoes. I think you were going to school. It seems it was the only place you ever went. You were praying for frost, not sludge. Frost, you could bear it. Watery snow would run right through the holes in your shoes. And sludge it was. And your shoes were bleeding in dirty water.
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