my toes get hurt
My toes are often sheepheaded at best
Their minds invisible, often at rest
But when I dropped an I-pad on them
They came awake with angry vigor and vim
I had no idea that a toe could hurt so
It swelled up like July corn that continued to grow
I was yelling in pain, oh, me, oh, my, oh!”
Hoping to alert my nearly deaf uncle Joe.
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