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Tap tap tapping tickle toes whose toes are those caught in the throes of Jimmy Choo’s canker toes? Pigeon tootsies, pointy footsies wiggly wonders, buckled under piggies crossing over and under All in the name of . . . STYLE!! Legs appear longer, calves look stronger heels higher in honor of the fashion donner . . . sorry, but yer back’s a gonner. Monolo Blahniks strap those arches, crinkled toes just keep on marches. Forward head thrust is required, stiff legged foot steps too inspired, jiggly butt and tortured hips. God, can I find a place to sits. My small stature screams for height to raise me up beyond a sprite, but I refuse to do the shoes that dent my cruise, my toes abused for the sake of style when all the while . . . I just want my flip flops –

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