Cherry Blossom Polish
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The shoe shine boy
The shoe shine boy has a wooden box
With brushes and dusters and polish
And every day at seven he walks
To his usual pitch.
He knows by the shoes that the people wear
The ones who will give him their custom,
The trainers and sandals will not need his care –
They will not make him rich.
Cherry Blossom’s the very best shoe wax,
He finds the smell’s intoxicating,
He bends his back to the shoes on the racks -
There is never a hitch.
At the end of the day the shoe shine boy
Stumbles home to his humble dwelling,
For this bare-foot boy, there’s no lasting joy –
His life is a bitch.
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