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<\/a>I have walked long enough with these shoes.<\/p><\/div>\n
When I was in third grade. My teacher had us all dress up in these really cool outfits like people from Dutchland. We were all given wooden shoes and we burned our names in the bottom of them. We did clog dancing and performed poems. We had a few skits including the boy who put his finger in the\u00c2\u00a0dike to keep the water from flooding the town. \u00c2\u00a0I was given the poem “The Owl and the Pussy Cat” by Edward Lear to perform, I memorized it and was the only one to memorize their poem.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0The teacher (who was a new teacher for me since we had just moved a couple weeks before hand) told me I was the smartest student ever. I have struggled to keep that fascade all these years. Today as I am preparing to move and clearing out the past, I ran into these shoes in a box that I have been carrying around for over 30 years. I find myself realizing how much that one event has shaped the person I am at this moment. I have a gigantic collection of owls and even of shoes. Today I am letting go of my shoes. I am letting go of the pain I felt being made fun of by the older children for our costumes. I am letting go of needing to be the smartest one in the class. I am letting go of hoarding things that are no longer of any use to me. So here is the Edward Lear Poem and a picture of the shoes I can no longer fill.<\/p>\n
The Owl and the Pussycat poem<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n| The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea | \nIn a beautiful pea-green boat, \nThey took some honey, and plenty of money, \nWrapped up in a five pound note. \nThe Owl looked up to the stars above, \nAnd sang to a small guitar, \n“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, \nWhat a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are, \nWhat a beautiful Pussy you are.” \nPussy said to the Owl “You elegant fowl, \nHow charmingly sweet you sing. \nO let us be married, too long we have tarried; \nBut what shall we do for a ring?” \nThey sailed away, for a year and a day, \nTo the land where the Bong-tree grows, \nAnd there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood \nWith a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose, \nWith a ring at the end of his nose. \n“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?” \nSaid the Piggy, “I will” \nSo they took it away, and were married next day \nBy the Turkey who lives on the hill. \nThey dined on mince, and slices of quince, \nWhich they ate with a runcible spoon. \nAnd hand in hand, on the edge of the sand. \nThey danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon, \nThey danced by the light of the moon<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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