Gloria's toe
Swelled to the shade of a lavender colored-grape
Stubbed it into a corner
It grew angry, swollen and resentful
Of being in a cast,
shackled while
Gloria's other toes wiggled mockingly
Gloria's stubbed toe hated all the other toes
It was not a happy toe.
It wasn't happy at all.
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