Stubbed Toes
It's not like in the Rockies
Where even one misstep
Could be a goat's last,
But taking them back,
It's more like in the wind
Where feathers fly
And are hard to catch.
Oh, would that it be
My stubbed toes
Wouldn't hurt so much,
Or even better,
I hadn't taken my shoes off
In the first place.
by J Alan R

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