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putting my old shoes in the rubbish

the fungus that grows
between my toes
eats my flesh and lingers

i'm glad it only stinks a bit
and doesn't get between my fingers

my feet both smell
to holy hell
and fill my shoes with fumes

my dear old shoes
now sing the blues
this stench has spelled their doom

well worn leather
both soft as a feather
and neat as two buttons all shined

but ruined and cursed
the shoes couldn't smell worse
as the fungus on my feet sweetly dine
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