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  A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, 
squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, 
even as a man sitting to breakfast on his veranda 
is suddenly engulfed in a great shadow, almost 
the size of the night . . . 
  He looks up and sees a huge shoe 
ponderously mounting out of the earth. 
  Up in the unlaced ankle-part an old woman 
stands at a helm behind the great tongue curled 
forward; the thick laces dragging like ships' rope 
on the ground as the huge thing squeals and 
grinds forward; children everywhere, they look 
from the shoelace holes, they crowd about the 
old woman, even as she pilots this huge shoe 
over the earth . . . 

  Soon the huge shoe is descending the 
opposite horizon, a monstrous snail squealing 
and grinding into the earth . . . 

  The man turns to his breakfast again, but sees 
it's been wounded, the yolk of one of his eggs is 
bleeding . . .  

Added: 18 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2008 2:58 PM | Viewed: 2564 times

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