My feet want to leave me. I said no.

Loathing memories plague, they said

Angry feet – damning buses and cursing absent cars

Forget it all! The rain, the heat, bus riders stomping poor feet

That was then, this is now

Bare you roam upon hardwood floors and soft, gentle grass

Recipient of loving, cool pedicure

Today’s truth is good, said silly clumsy feet

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