Wet, smelly, feet.
You really do offend me.
I wish I could cut you off
and trade you in for something more
manicured.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wet, Smelly, Feet
A poem I wrote and illustrated during a bus ride yesterday.
Wet, smelly, feet.
You really do offend me.
I wish I could cut you off
and trade you in for something more
manicured.
Wet, smelly, feet.
You really do offend me.
I wish I could cut you off
and trade you in for something more
manicured.
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