Hell's Toes

December 11, 2011
By Anonymous

The moods that we feel
Is nothing unreal
For who really knows
What’s beneath our toes
The hell that I think
Might be really all pink
With fluffy rows
Of many fingered toes
This makes no sense
So I must sit and lay
Before I impose
A silly idea
Behind your nose


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