Roots

A woman stopped to ask if I was ok. "Yes," I lied,

and moved on to San Francisco, found the hippies gone

but Irish bars and Roots, the ugliest shoe ever (then).

Didn't last long there either, turned my Negative Heels

on North America which didn't seem to want me, nor me

it and finally landed here in Sozialstaat Deutschland

who did.

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