BROKEN GLASS

 Without any shoes, I carefully walk,

 Each step I take a chance to be cut.

 All around me, I can't see every piece,

 One is sure to find me if cautious I'm not.

 Where are my shoes, why aren't they on,

 A lot safer I'd be, less chance to be hurt.

 There's broken glass everywhere,

 Watch the way you step and you'll not be wounded.

               Keith Garrett

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