He seemed to see himself for hours
Standing on the roof of giants
Dissimilating three long powers
Demanding tusk of times deviance
The long wait to mar his defiance
Is minds dissimilated strength devourers
For how then he cussed his mistakes
With a loud "You Toe-nail"
The collection of half mooned towers
Of strength that-he'd clipped for hours
Powered by the cleft toes roughly yellow
For hours he'd bellow “You Toe-nail"
For every severance of insoluble skin
He'd think away and wear so thin
For hours and hours, he'd cuss his powers
The thought-of skin-and hard evidence
He seemed to think of modern things,
Things that if the restless land brings
Deserted, between an apparition of sand
The toenails touched a brailed message
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