Pop! Your toes are like grapes,
my sweet, dear friend.
They are round and full
like bursting grapes, but
your toes will not burst.
And you smell so good, like
the scent of happiness and
youthful joy.
I like you.
I love you.
My sweet, grape-toed friend.
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I have come here from Ms. Tracey-Ann's blog.
I have read some of your posts and would like to revisit for more reading.
If you like reading short stories from an Indian writer, then a visit to my blogs would be an interesting one for you.
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SHORT STORIES by NAVAL LANGA
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Another Interesting Blog
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