Count me not
by your cursory glance:
dubbing my shoe number
Count the number of shoes, that
I wore while treading my path:
the tattered one with cherry polish
The material, of which
I am made
et al, that others
mark me by stare;
is by now,
not contained
on my face
Hark, you there!
Count my number of shoes...
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