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A lovely lady by the name of Sharon Kay sent me this poem about socks. She wanted me to share it with you, so here it is..
Oh tell me where it is the socks all go when they are washed?
It seems they disappear, a problem never to be solved
I sometimes think I'm mad, perhaps I even could be sloshed
There's such a task to match them, so much time can be involved
I wonder if they get all tangled in the washer's works
It's so annoying only having one sock from a pair
Perhaps a nasty sock devourer, in my laundry lurks
Who pounces on each sock out from his sock-devouring lair
How can I find the answer to this problem in my mind?
So members of my family, don't have unmatching feet
It's bothered me for years, in fact I'm really in a bind
If I could find those missing socks I think it would be neat
I think a Solo-Socks Drawer, I will start, for socks to wait
Until their mates are reunited, leaving it to fate.
Copyright Sharon Kay 2000
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