My, oh, my!
My feet have borne the brunt of passages over paths stoney and svelte. Across the acres of hot tarred pavement and through painful sticker weeds in the many yards. My feet have dutifully served me up to my destinations time after time after time. What do I repay my feet with? Ill fitted shoes, threadbare stockings full of holes where the need of cushioning is greatest. Long toe nails and dry cracked heels along with dead skin between the toes.
Ohh, the dearth of loving attention those brave soles endure, pressing into each step as if the world would fall away should the instep lie too flat.
If only one would come along and give these rough, ragged feet a pampering of epic proportion.

Perhaps just a little soaking and massage.

Maybe at the very least,
clean socks?



oh, yeh...
love the feet

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Adage: 2 things are certain in life; Death & Taxes. Therefore; God & Beelzebub had a meeting to fix the problem. A mighty storm prevailed for ages until finally they ended the storm with the agreement: From now on Anyone whom chooses doesn't have to die. "Everyone wins said Beelzebub. You get an eternally grateful bunch of worshippers praying forever for lower taxes as I goad & prod them forever with higher & higher taxation."