OK, so I have one very sad sock in my drawer.....it pleads with me daily...."NO....she will return!".......so I leave this lonely, abandoned sock.....alone....in his dark hope.....of reunion
A Lonely Socks Lament Unmatched in loneliness am I hidden in a five drawer tower locked away unable to search for a mate shunned by those in pairs I wait listening to the dryer’s tumble anticipating a reunion as each cycle ends. Footless no toes to cradle no hugging shoes only loneliness in the corner of matchless socks. John G. Lawless ©4/2/2018
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