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by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Feet are talking
As they go walking,
Pointing or slapping,
Clapping, reannointing
The pavement fantastic.
Taxis are fuming
As they go zooming,
Honking or stopping,
Dropping, ever-lurking
On pavement fantastic.
People are grooving
As they go moving,
Swaying or hipping,
Dipping, worth-displaying
To pavement fantastic.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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