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All About the Toes - Ode To Nelson

Every single day, I see women with open shoes, And I can’t help but wonder what it is I see. It’s not the sandals I like or the styles they use. There must be more to it…or maybe it’s just me. It’s not a game I play or a fetish, I swear. I just have an attraction with fee that I can’t explain. It starts with the ankles, then goes down from there To the arch of the foot, but the toes drive me insane. I cook meat all night behind a very hot grill, So it’s nice to step outside and take a break. There are so many toes and I get such a thrill. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I don’t know why I have such a thing for feet. Maybe it started when I was very young. All I know is that it’s something so sweet To be in this sea of beautiful toes I’m among.

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