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Ink that you bare so proudly, That mirrors the writing of my mother, Of the Matthew verse she taught me. “So, don’t worry about tomorrow For tomorrow with have worries of its own.
Your toes, hand them over. Without toes I'm sober.   To see your little piggies dancing- It's all so entrancing.   If the socks come off, I'll never be far off.  
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