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Bunions Ya’ Know
Afraid for my feet can it truly be so,
Scared I might get them bunions ya’ know!
Me toes, and me soles, wanting of care,
So I diligently pamper every claim clear.
Success seems fleeting, with these feet that are mine,
Trading is open; no bid can be found.
I’m trying; I’m trying, my very best that I can,
Because I know these feet are all that I have.
But good God Almighty, the fight is so hard,
Can these feet of mine keep walking this yard?
My God; my dear God, what a mess.
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