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I'd like to feel the warm sand
On my sidewalk battered feet.
Remove these coffins (known as 'shoes')
And throw them in the street.
Release the odors of my toes
To the prevailing wind,
Have dreams about a desert isle
(Let fantasies begin.)
But I'm snapped into reality
By the cop's loud whistle..."TWEET"....
My smelly feet pollute the air,
And my shoes pollute the street!
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