Dear Muddy Boots,
What makes you better than me?
You too get cold feet, you're always skulking in cupboards,hiding with
family skeletons
You deny me like Simon Peter
Three times each day as the DUCK clucks
Ms. Muddy Boots, why do you not see
My SOUL IS ON FIRE, my feet are numb from your chill
Your indifference thaws my heart
You used to love MILK COFFEE
Do you still?
Let me slide my lonely feet in you.
It just rained. Take me on a long walk
What is there for you to return to?
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