an ode to my legs


Because: every now and then, I let them out. I forget they are stocking-ed weapons of mandeath. And today, they were given so many instances of sidewalk praise. Proclamations of joy, adoration! So much that it actually started to make me feel proud of my asset(s.) Finally, I had to respond:

Thank you. I know. 

and his face was like a mountain had spoken.

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