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The brown and pink hiking boot belongs to an adventurous women, about 19ish named Aspen West. She seeks adventure around every corner. One day she got the most amazing opportunity, to go sky diving over the grand canon. She packed her bags and headed over to the air port. She could barely contain her-self. She was so pumped as she walked to the plane, after they had flown high enough her instructor Wilson told her what to do and pushed her out. Aspen never felt so alive, when she was close enough, she pulled the red tab on her backpack and a parachute deployed. But something was off she was still falling, why is she falling? she looked at her chute and saw a big gaping hole. Tears filled her eyes she couldn't do anything, there was no quick solution, no alternative all she could do was die. She closed her eyes and waited for impact but, she didn't feel it she wasn't falling anymore just drifting was she already dead? She opened her eyes and saw that a man, that was on the same plane with his friends  saved her. He jumped down garbed on to her and opened his chute, why would he save me? She thought to her self, when they landed the man took of his gear and walked over to Aspen "Are you ok?" he asked "I'm fine," Aspen said a little embarrassed. "Why did you save me? You came here with your friends, to go skydiving and wasted the trip down, just to save me Why?" Aspen asked "Because a human life has more value then an amazing experience and money to pay for it. Plus it doesn't hurt that your a beautiful damsel in destress." He said Aspens cheeks turned red, "Thankyou, but you don't even know me why would you save me?" Aspen asked again (beep, beep) a jeep sent to pick up skydivers rolled up. "Maybe, because I want to get to know you anyways here is my number." He pulls out a business card, and hands it to Aspen. It read CEO Carson Harris of Harris industries Phone Number: (409) 377-47625 she looks back at him. "Your to young to be a CEO of a big company like Harris industries." Aspen said "Not if you inherit it when your father retires really early." Carson hops into the car, "You coming?"

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old shiny brown shoes- victoria mcauliffe

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old shiny brown shoes- victoria mcauliffe

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tale as old as time
back in the year 1899
there was a shoe shiner who shined shoes
the shoes were so shiny like booze
a man with a tophat and his shiny pipe
eating an apple red and ripe
on the table sat hot coffee
drank slowly but surely mr.bobby
as the day went by the wind moves
and mr.bobby brown shined his shoes
he wore these shoes almost everyday
and no one in the world can recreate
mr.browns old shinyy shoes

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Marie Lue is 4 years old that dances and has little pink shoes.

Marie Lue has pink shoes.
Little pink shoes.
Oh my! How she can dance, and twirl.
She can jump so high, much higher than her old shoes.
They are so easy too. No velcro, no hassle. No need to bend over, just slip them on.
She's a princess, Marie Lue.
Not anyone else besides Marie Lue.
With her little pink shoes.

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I would have to think that is fine gentlemen was born in the 1980's and his grandfather had bought these shiny shoes from a leather store when he was a boy,
When the boy grew and couldn't fit those oldy leather shoes he would forever remember those oldy leather boots.

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When little betsy blue walked in the store,
she saw a pair of little doll shoes.
The shoes caught her eye
They seemed to be just her size.
She asked Mother if she could buy them, but the mother refused.
betsy would always remember them,
the little doll shoes.

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Who owns the small shoes?- Roman Weeks-Liston

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Who owns the small shoes?- Roman Weeks-Liston

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The young girl was always such a delight.
Yet whenever she would run out of the house, her parents would be given quite a fright.
But one day she didn't come back, her parents hit the sack, and her fate was done.
She was such a delight, yet now she doesn't know anything, not even fright.

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What do I do? I run
I run at night and in the sun
I do it when I’m bored and lonely
I even do it when I’m happy
I zoom so fast, past everything and everyone

I go past things as I run. Run. Run

The wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes

I watch the ocean waves as I go by

But I was a runner and I knew

As soon as I saw the blood red shoes

And now this is what I do to pass time

What I do to make the world mine

I go by myself to be alone in my thoughts

I think about life until my brain rots

I laugh in my head because I’m trapped

But as I run. Run. Run.

I am free

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner. Use figurative language like similes, personification, imagery, metaphors

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner. Use figurative language like similes, personification, imagery, metaphors

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.

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Who owns this shoe? Write a poem describing the owner.