Check out this week's Music Bender straight from Melinda.

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I was two when my feet were stolen from me

but I got them back when I was eight.

Mommy put them in the spare closet,

wrapped in a Woolworth's bag and stored in

mothballs. You'll grow into them, one day,

she said. So, I waited and wore my

yellow clogs and Mommy said my clogs

had shrunk but I could still see a black size

32 on them. Could I get new shoes, Mommy?

Such a pill, tsk, tsk. And now I was eight and I

didn't like Mr. Rogers anymore

and Mommy stood on a stool in the closet and

handed me the Woolworth's bag, but my

feet had shrunk and they didn't fit.

ANON

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