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Toes
Filthy, grimy, yellowed
Strange buttons
Not
The stuff of legends
Nor epic tales
Why did we come
With these so-called toes?
Perhaps to remind us
That the meek and seemingly
Irrelevant
Parts of us
Lead silently
Fragrantly
Proudly
Worthy of our love
If not
Our recognition
Filthy toes
Never quitting
Dainty entities
Loving us
Granting peace
Please kiss them
If possible
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