I'm off to heaven this morning as I be sitting 'pon the bus.
Podiatrist invasion as my poorly feet doth cuss.
Crying internally silently, nowt but an odd wince be spake.
Today being my day of rest.
My feet I do so take, to the wonderful chiropodist.
Wise and wistful.
Curer of pain.
See her next year.
Same time again.
(c)LIVVI
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
I'm off to heaven this morning as I be sitting 'pon the bus.
Podiatrist invasion as my poorly feet doth cuss.
Crying internally silently, nowt but an odd wince be spake.
Today being my day of rest.
My feet I do so take, to the wonderful chiropodist.
Wise and wistful.
Curer of pain.
See her next year.
Same time again.
(c)LIVVI
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