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24 B lue A ir Shoes and Poetry Every day I measure by lists, today mine says shoes and poetry. Perhaps a poem will come from God or a shoe salesperson. All God’s children got shoes. Barefooted, I begged God to adopt me, but he was busy, like the old woman in the shoe. The problem with God I figured out later is that the earth is overpopulated. It’s mind boggling for God. He wants to help, but there are too many of us. He’d like us to write our own poems, kids quit asking for shoes, do I look like Santa Claus? But on this hungry planet, sometimes, we have no one else to ask. ...

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