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The Boy With Thirteen Toes
A boy was born with thirteen toes,
No wetting mucus lined his nose.
He never grew to six feet tall,
And learned to walk before he crawled.
He lurched and hitched and dragged his leg,
One special shoe, soft as a beer keg.
Toes ached and bruised, shoved into that shoe,
What in the world do you think you might do?
To curse the sky would make much sense,
Yet this boy wore a bright smile as his defense.