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Chucked Chucks
CJ Doiron

You used to be vibrant and alive,

the perfect match,

for two of a kind.

as the years marched on,

every aching step seemed to take that terrible toll.

Seeing as your tongue and sole,

tore away like hide from the bone,

that wretched night

the sprocket pierced your steel mould.

Alas you give way,

fraying to pieces,

for you were not right once that day.

You fell apart like a melting Reece's Pieces,

leaving the other

in total disarray.

The shoe Left,

is now lonely forever,

for the Right,

has descended to a place of no return.

For without the right one,

the one left,

will forever yearn.