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SORE TOE

. My toe just stubbed the stubborn piano's iron foot. It hurts like hell, torments like a cigarette butt. Doc said: stay home, don't walk, take a day off or more. I did, but now I'm bored to death, not only sore. But boredom quickly breeds some crazy thoughts, you see. Seems my easy chair sits on me uneasily. Quite weirdly, colors I now hear, sounds I now see. I ache to be stirred as sugar in hot coffee ! .

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