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May 2012
Foot.
How strange you seem down there.
Well, strange from up here.
Attached to an ankle to a leg to -- to the rest of me I would hope.
And though you're holding me up,
Balancing my every move,
You're mostly ignored, much forgotten,
Quite integral you do prove.
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
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