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Thou little trinket, gracing feet,
With every step, musically thou beat.
Thy tinkling sound, oh so divine,
Adorning feet beguilingly thou twine.
A band of silver or gold, thou maybe,
Sonorous bells cling with thee in glee.
Languidly singing on every move,
A sign of feminism without proof.
O consider ‘em not chains that bound,
With elegance, thou move around.
Thy feminine beauty exults a charm,
Bestowing love to all, without harm.
Anklet, thy beauty concealed by galore,
Radiates still by a subtle encore.
Thou aesthetically adorn feet with grace,
Every damsel alluringly loves thee to embrace!