Converse Rock
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The Converse

Out alone by the door,
A pair of converse
sits, o so poor.
The color of neon green,
And the form of a high top
makes this pair so keen.
Then a bustle down the stairs,
A little girl tries to decide of all the pairs.
Soon enough,
the girl grows up,
And then time for a new pair.
-B.B.

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