89- Cut Off Point

Poem Number 89
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Cut Off Point
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Farewell then, dear toenails
My oldest of friends
You tore holes in clothes
With your raggedy ends
You gouged my achilles
And blood stained my socks
You snapped like a biscuit
When I kicked a rock
Farewell, dearest toenails
So long, it’s been swell
Now here come the clippers
To send you to Hell.

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