your toes

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your toes


smelly dwarfs
    cracking jokes


sensuous in sand
wrinkly when soaked
playful when painted


a chorus line
    bowing
    on queue


piano keys


rubber duckies
    all in a row


silent on tip
springing on command
squeaky when sliding


coal miners with
    hairy backs
    tough rumps
toiling in darkness
    in grime
chanting work songs
    for freedom

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