Because when I've been cast out into the huge blue earth,
Alone on a raft
In a sea of term papers and 9am classes and liberal professors,
and I've got to do my own grocery shopping,
I think I'll prefer to get my apples and cucumbers from a farmer's market.
Because really, who doesn't prefer organic?
And so as I browse the produce in the soft 10:00am rays,
An iPhone in one hand and cloth satchel in the other,
And some lonely philosophy major student
With dark hair and a Bible in his back pocket
Is perusing the homemade jellies,
I don't want him to look over
And dismiss me as commonplace
Just because I'm wearing faded TOMS
Or NewBalance sneakers
You can tell something about a person by their shoes.
Not as much as you've heard, but some.
And a pair of Oxfords
Might be the thing that causes Mr. Right
To stop for a second longer
And wonder
I'd never want him to pass me over
Because of something as ordinary
As shoes
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