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Happiness is a Comfortable Pair of Shoes

Some say, marriage is like

walking up a stony hill on bare feet


Others, like fashioning a pair of boots

without manual or last


By their own deeds shall they lift themselves

weave  footwear from grasses and bark


Or, like bargain hunters at a sale

try on which one and that


He and she, shoehorned into each other

with squeeze and shove, scraped fingers


Until, when squeezing is over, fit each other

wool to leather, calluses cushioned by time

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