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Oh sock, my friend, where did you
go? Once a pair, now a tale of woe. Tumbled together in the washing spree, Now your twin is all I see. You danced through puddles, kept toes snug, A cotton hug, my foot’s best plug. Yet now you’re lost, no trace remains, A victim of laundry’s puzzling games. Fear not, dear sock, your spirit thrives, In mismatched pairs, your essence survives. Though one is gone, the other will cope, For lonely socks still bring us hope. |