(actually eight pa lang siya sir = <, ipahabol ko lang yung two)
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Martin Aveditch drugged of leather leaned back to mutter: whose sole’s finest and ought to price best?
Slippers of the Labor man, whose content toes wave from his flaked feet,
keeps him up day and night to carve a patient art,
bailed us out from Flintstone’s plight and so we have honeycombs to start.
Aveditch now older, drank his tea and so utter: whose sole’s finest and ought to price best?
Dorothy’s Shoes, got as she freed East and for Munchkins’ is most feat,
flies the gaping kid to Kansas sight and behold an enduring art,
that so our minds had a better might and to mundanity, we part.
But Labor man by hands hollowed Louvre, that so we revere Mona Lisa
But Dorothy lived to tell the tales behoove, that so we forget not Egypt and Pisa.
Hence, Aveditch worked back to polish these, equal in his hand.
For Dorothy lived because of the paper made by Labor man,
And so Labor man we esteemed, because of Dorothy’s wand.
Both shoes are the finest, for it, humans and Aveditch lived best.