O chunk of toe cheese from my feet,
like a putrid grain of wheat.
you are my toenail’s corner’s brew,
like blue-vein cheese mixed up with poo.
toe cheese
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O chunk of toe cheese from my feet,
like a putrid grain of wheat.
you are my toenail’s corner’s brew,
like blue-vein cheese mixed up with poo.