Written by Emily Harstone | March 7, 2017
Sweet Jesus! What have I done?
Waiting patiently to trap the rat.
I had nowhere left to go.
Darn it, my shoes don’t match!
Finally, the courage to let go.
These boots are made for walking.
Here I stand, all broken hearted.
My sisters yoga pants are comfortable.
Found shoes, Lost pants, No flight
That dirty scuff improves my reflection.
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Sweet Jesus! What have I done?
Waiting patiently to trap the rat.
I had nowhere left to go.
Darn it, my shoes don’t match!
Finally, the courage to let go.
These boots are made for walking.
Here I stand, all broken hearted.
My sisters yoga pants are comfortable.
Found shoes, Lost pants, No flight
That dirty scuff improves my reflection.