Forest of legs
Like the inside circle of hung rags
Sweet sucker
Don't u dare roll over my toes
They're breakable
Scratch tape of caution
Fenced protection
For natural delicacies
They're breakable
As are our legs...
These real stems held by
manufactured sticks
Made of its own...
Leashed puppies know the forest legs
Strapped feet bound to nothing grounded...
A broken arm cast at 90 degrees
And calves fatter than fits the face...
Beef jerky... The orange color...
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