From the Poet Board

Missing Heals, by Mordren

There once was a gremlin who lived in my sack..
My sunsets.. His pleasure! My knuggets?… His snack.
So when I’d log on to look for a stack…
I’d run out of heals, end up flat. on. my. back.
Did my gremlin climb out to pick the slack?
Nay.. it seems he lacked the nack… So i et ‘im.

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