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Long Foot

I had walked till yesterday,
with mormal gait and steady,
today I find a little difficulty,
as I strut along rocky,
it seems I am not the same,
as I used to be,
but have turned different,
not sure but may be,
yesterday's today became long days past today,
as I suffered now real bad,
each day gait became tougher,
now as I look back,
it was almost hopper,
now that I stood higher on one leg,
and the other hung as I compared the two hard,
I knew the difference for sure,
one of the legs had outgrown the other,
never knew how it all came about,
other chaps break or get their legs cut,
but here was me getting more of it,
can you beleive,
as yesterday's today became long days past today,
the leg grew and grew,
untill I stood on just one,
as if I flew,
Flew...whew,,,it wasn't,
in fact I was limp and unstable bad,
now I am looking for a surgeon,
who will cut the limb in two halves,
so that it gets even with its other half,
reflect and reflect real bad ,
what is one dimension,
if you are made up of two or more,
if your one dimension grows,
you become dysfunctional,
in fact functions no more,
to be stable and smooth,
one has to grow in all dimensions,
whether it is toe or tooth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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