Ballad for My Birkies

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om the boardwalk.</p><p id="c3a8">I’m sure the footwear crook wore out his soul by trying to fit into your soles.</p><p id="39bd">Shaped — particularly for me.</p><p id="7456">You bent, all those years, but never broke — until you did. and then I did.</p><p id="f5ac">Friendship can’t survive when the seams tear and the glue cracks.</p><p id="6255">You tried to hold up your side, and keep carrying the load.</p><p id="0c45">But I couldn’t walk — when we both were falling apart.</p><div id="1f11" class="link-b

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Sturdy soles that finally parted

Author’s Archives.

I rode some rough miles, cradled in your careful clutch.

Sorry for the sometimes slippery slopes and blind corners.

Oh, and that one time someone snatched you from the boardwalk.

I’m sure the footwear crook wore out his soul by trying to fit into your soles.

Shaped — particularly for me.

You bent, all those years, but never broke — until you did. and then I did.

Friendship can’t survive when the seams tear and the glue cracks.

You tried to hold up your side, and keep carrying the load.

But I couldn’t walk — when we both were falling apart.

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Ballad for My Birkies

Sturdy soles that finally parted

Breakaway

Life, from another angle