My Dogs

 


I don't know why my feet are sore.
My metatarsals are at war.
My fallen arches still descend.
All orthopedics are pretend.
My toes, they crack like rifle shot.
My feet are either cold or hot.
I buy good shoes and wear clean socks.
I take my feet on daily walks.
But still my dogs are barking loud.
They swell up like they're mighty proud.
Each night I soak them; my heart sings
for the great day when I grow wings!
 

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