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Title: Disappearance Author: markov44
I'd be as sly as the sliest fox if only I solved the mystery of my socks They emerge from the washer so fresh and so clean black, blue, brown, an occasional green I am not especially confident yet I manage some smiles when I gaze at the solids, plaids and even argyles Into the dryer purged of all lint my socks disappear without the slightest hint I've checked lost and found posted alerts all the while thankful I've not lost my shirts Despite the sock mystery my feet won't go bare for a fistful of dollars I'll buy a new pair Comments on "Disappearance"
Posted by RianPitan on December 03, 2013
What a great poem! I love the topic. This is a mistery which has always confounded me. I've often wondered if department stores hire invisible gremlins to steal our socks so that we must keep buying more. :-) |
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