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At our house we had what was called an ‘odd sock drawer,
A place which the whole family could keep odd socks to store.

Quite often the matching sock was to be seen no more.
When the drawer became quite full Mum declared war.

She bought a sizable pack of large safety pins.
And threw the contents of odd socks out, to fill a few bins.

Each of us was given quite a few pins. No more sox would be odd.
Pinned together as we take them off when the last step was trod.

Into the wash they go still tightly pinned together.
Now through thick and thin and any type of weather,

Those pesky socks can’t come apart even if they try.
The dryer doesn’t like their pins so it’s out on the line to dry.

Cheers for Mum she fought the battle with a wink and a nod,
She won the war. Now we have no more socks that are odd.

Now we can fill that draw with anything else that we please.
It seems to be getting filled with miscellaneous keys.

Keys that have been lying around and don’t seem to fit any door.
A place where the whole family could keep odd keys to store.

I wonder how long it will take her to find a solution for odd keys.
Any suggestions accepted. Use the comment section please.

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