Poem -

The shoes

The shoes

On a dark and gray day
Van Gogh walks to the
market and buy those shoes 
puts them on and walks home
it starts to rain and the wind picks up
and walks through the rain in the mud,

and when he gets home he paints painting of His shoes.

The shoes the shoes the shoes
 

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Gwendoline

A fun read Greg :) his shoes look battered! Wonderful share 
Gwen x

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Shaun Cronick

Nice to read a gentle flowing humorous read Greg and anything poetically written about Van Gogh certainly has my vote.
And these certain shoes would probably sell for millions today.
Full honours to you sir and thanks for the pick me up and just the tonic needed.
 

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Neville

They sure sound comfortable in my head .. made me chuckle too :)
and what a delightful marriage you have pinned to this page sir .. 
my two fave art forms for the price of one ...................................... N

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linda lank

very interesting write very creative indeed Linda

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