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The Corner






In every room is sneaky little corner
Waiting with nefarious glee
For my bare feet to make an entrance 
Oh yes, it’s waiting for me

Even if my belongings are neatly in order
It never seems to fail
The pain from my toe signals to my brain
Out goes my ignominious wail

What have I done to deserve such a deed
To incur that corner’s wrath?
It even sneaks up on innocent ol’ me
As I lift my leg into the bath

How do I not see it so unsurprisingly there;
Looking so still and mundane?
One day I’ll give it a kick or two or three
And it shan’t do that again







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