Converse

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My feet hit the asphalt

In my beat up converse

But not more beaten than me

Heading who knows where

Going where I go

Have been were I've been

People rush past me

Leaving me behind

Walking along the road

Where the wildflowers grow

And the sun always shines

The grass will be greener where I'm going

My story on my feet

When people come and go

I will always have

My beat up converse

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