A toe, a toe
Away it shall go.
Far from its foe,
Who happens to be a hoe.
A toe, a toe,
Away shall it go.
Looking for more,
For seeds it did sow.
You choose to look at the toe.
What happened to looking at more.
Till your eyes grew sore,
And the mind reached the core,
Of your universe,
But the toe will rehearse
And we shall all look,
Look at the toe,
Missing out so much more.
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