The Dryer
Going through the house
gathering up the spent ones.
Sorting into piles, all alike,
they go in one at a time.
Washed and rinsed clean.
Then dried and fluffed
until baby bum soft.
What I want to know...
Is why does...
The dryer eat the socks?
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