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2d
the soles of my feet and toes
-hardly ever seen
have carried the rest of me
-over hill and down valley
-around in circles
-and when I lay on cold slab, dead as dead can be
my name tag will be tied to one big toe,
convenient for the mortuary.
Written by
nivek
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