Toes
Have you come to notice the toes.
And how what they come to do,
Is mostly done undercover.
And they do such a terrific job.
With the least amount of recognition.
Until a corn or two...
Decides to go into conference with a bunion.
Slowing footsteps and making knees to bend.
With eventual respect and attention given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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