Young Once
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Poem
Properly, your shoes plant
On the ground off that last step
Of the porch steps
Momma looks on, her unwavering
Glance
Two things, faith and dynamite
Which will be graced unto you
Depending on what you do
The next those new shoes
Escaped marring
God be praised!
Momma spares one more
Just to be sure
Before disappearing from
The window, faith
Your reward
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