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Mammies high heel shoes đź’•

Mammies high heel shoes đź’•

Clip clopping everywhere in her Mammies high heel shoes

There was so many different colours of stilettos, she was spoilt for choice which to choose

But she tried each and every single pair

Prancing past her old Grand parents sat playing Scrabble on a comfy chair

Oh but how she just loved the sound of these clunking on the floor

Marching up and down the corridor and in and out of the back door

The bright red ones were her very favourite

They had pointier toes than the rest

And though she loved all her Mams footwear, these bright ones were the very best

They were patent leather  and as shiney as the beaming moon

And she was lost in her childhood imagination whistling a little tune

Her Mother didn’t mind Maisie, her tiny daughter playing with her stuff

As long as she tidied everything in her closet afterwards, well that was fair enough...
 

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Mel

Wow, Jill!... Just reading this brought back so many childhood memories, great write!!

~Melanie

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Jill Tait

Awww Thankx my Hunnybun 💕❤️💕

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