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Aug 2014
There was something
wild about her feet,
something that really
drove you crazy.
She'd spend hours
painting them up,
a different shade
for each day of the week.
I mean each toe was beautiful,
a real work of art,
picture perfect
& when she hid
all of them
below the bubbles,
things really got hot
& I mean hot.
You'd forget about everything
with your head,
not in the clouds,
but underwater
& not ******* air,
but her beautiful,
her beautiful
painted toes.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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