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Seventeen
Removing hot
boots, we hung them
by laces and crossed
the stone-floored stream
on shocked feet.
Work-weary as we
were, we stopped
to see maple finery
skip past wet knees.
Poems on the topic: boots
Poems on the topic “boots” on Poets.by.
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