My wife`s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides. All night they lie together under her bed`s edge. Shivering I catch sight of them and smile, in the morning. Later I watch them descending the stair, hurrying through the doors and round the table, moving stiffly with a shake of their gay pompons! And I talk to them in my secret mind out of pure happiness.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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