She walks barefoot to get the mail.
The sidewalk is the hot spot,
Her prances turn into a fast trot.
Gail has another broken toenail.
The lawn filled with stones and prickly weeds,
Her foot trickles with red lines and beads.
Twenty-four stitches more, Gail turns pale.
She is in pain but has no frets,
Still walking barefoot as the sun sets.
Her homeland, she tells another tale.
"I am from Africa!" Gail says with pride,
"No shoes needed." She smiles wide.
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