A New Dawn (ii)
Next to come to my face is a master-sir on his regular commute to his office. This gentleman-sir is a fairly regular visitor to my face and he always angrily demands a lick and a shine of his smart businessman-shoes, like it’s my fault they have traces of dirt on them.
Which it is, if the master-sir says it is!
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| The familiar master-sir looks tired as he marches wearily up to my face |
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| His feet stop in front of me and I know what's coming! |
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| 'Lickshine my SHOE, boy!' |
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| 'And the UNDER of the SHOE. Clean out all the dirt and the grime with your tongue!' |
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| 'Now lick the SIDE!' |
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| I do admire the sir's BLACK SOCK as I obediently tongue-attend to his BLACK LEATHER SHOE |
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| But as he angrily turns to walk away from me... |
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| ...I ruminate on how I would still much rather follow Ms Mukta's BRIGHT RED RUNNING SOCKS to heel, and spend my day with them! |








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