When I was a young pup I lived with a man who had no feet Every night, prior to sleep He'd arange his clothes upon the sheet As if he was still within them. And there, a shoe on each bedpost He would slip beneath Spread eagle and wide eyed He would dream the night away God knows where those shoes took him |
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Monday, May 28, 2012
a man who had no feet
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