Sometimes poetry can be inspired my the most mundane objects....this can result in something amazing....or not:
My poor sock
Without a pair
I wonder if it even cares
Is it's mate in an affair?
Perhaps the pink-
She's missing too
Yes, she ran off with my blue
Hiding out in the laudry room
So i wear..
Mismatched socks to school
Squat little creatures
Standing in rows
Stuck to my feet
Is the egnigma of toes
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