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'The Magic Shoemaker'
 
His smiling face was known to all,
he whistled while he worked;
his humble shop was cramped and small,
and everywhere there lurked

a pair of shoes,
a bag,
or tack, all waiting
for repair.

His craft was good,
his talent great
his fees were always
fair.

But his shoes were magic
it was said,
and in addition to perfect
style,

his shoes caused wearers
spirits
to soar,
and on every face,
a
smile.

By Ron Cole

© 2012 Ron Cole (All rights reserved)

 

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