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Jun 2016
Only heaven knows
Where this is going to go
But have you ever stopped long enough
To take a look at your toes

The ones on the right
The ones on the left
How over time
They all look so different

While some seem smashed
Or is that smooshed
Either way that you say
Look at the way that they look

They do love to be free
Fresh air makes them wiggle
And when touched have the need
To laugh out loud giggle

One look at my toes
Shows they're bent out of shape
If they had tongues to talk
Who knows what they would say

With a tuft of hair in each center
Punk rock piggies at their best
I decide as an after thought
To paint each Mohawk red

Told you only heaven knows
Where this was going to go
When I stopped for just a minute
To gander at my toes
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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