Her Middle Toe Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Her Middle Toe



Twice each week
she would come in out of the sun.
To let me wash and massage her feet.
Some where in France,
there's a town where people are born.
With six fingers on each hand.
Elizabeth has only one toe on each foot.
Long this toe is fat like a sausage,
Twice each week she would come.
Pointing it out she would watch me.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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