Sock Times
Smell
autumn
in the air
waiting for the change
to begin as trees show off their
wonderful hues of rust and gold while remembering
the glorious feeling of toes in sand and grass soon to find themselves again in
socks.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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