Carly’s boots
were big
and
round.
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They made a
clomp,
clomp,
clompity sound.
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They were
the ones
that day
she had found
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to help
her feet
stay dry
and
move forwards,
backwards
and
all around.
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Yet there
were three girls
who began
to snicker.
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They said
her big boots
looked like
big potatoes,
only thicker.
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Carly grew sad.
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Carly felt hurt.
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She felt bad
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yet
she did not want
for her tears
to fall
or to splurt.
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Carly liked
potatoes
and
Carly liked
her boots.
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They were big
and
worn
<=>
yet
they skipped
and
did fun scoots.
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She thought
the other girls,
must not
even know,
<=>
how her boots
had helped her
to walk through
heavy snow.
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