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Tough old boots
The costly forestry boots our kid insisted
Warmed your twisted feet in the afterlife
Didn’t worry me in the slightest;
For you it was never about the price.
It wasn’t your trainers which strained my heart,
Or the leather uppers kicking me in the guts,
not the steel toe caps breaking through healed scars.
Or even rubber wellies wading through the tears.
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Tuesday 7th June 2011 4:10 pm
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