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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Poem 321: Foot Fungus

Foot fungus is really quite stinky
its yellow and gross to embrace
If I tickle your toes I'll be sorry
that fungus might intoxicate
Do not dance with those shoes unbuckled
or will me to move my band aid
I'm not tempted to touch you, I'm sorry
Perhaps this far distance is safe.



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