Toes Even unborn my toes were still there even before I had my hair. Toes were like puppets in Daddy's little rhymes as he wiggled mine around in front of my eyes. When I began to walk they tapped on the floor like rain on the roof or postman at the door. Wrapped up like a present in my warm fluffy socks they long for new shoes in a big shiny box. Now as I stand on the beach with the sand on my feet looking down in the sand to see my toes peek...
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