Dead On My Feet

My legs have gone out
for a walk on the Wild Side
today,

I wish they’d have told me
that so many hours would pass
before I could rest them again,
but they had a mind of their own,

My toes are humming as well,
I would hum along, but I don’t recognize
the tune?

I think, my socks are welded onto my feet,
or they’ve gone charcoal grey in color,
along the way?

Don’t pity me, really
because the foot massage lady is on the way
-but I might be asleep,

before she arrives in Denmark
from Canada…

I’ll just hum a little tune, while I wait
and hope that the Foot Fairy is kind to me
while I sleep,

while I……….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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