My shoes are like gold, they shimmer and glitter all over the floor.
The sparkles reflect light that may blind your sight if you look at them any more
"Lauren! Stop looking at my shoes!", I say as she stares towards the floor.
"I can't help it!", she says as she hides and runs out the door.
Man oh man my shoes are my best friend.
I'm going to wear them again again and again.
THE END.
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