R.I.P. Socks
Socks
My feet would reek
Socks
Are a little foot shaped blanket
Keep my ten friends warm
When the Minnestoa air is frozen
Socks
Come in tall or short
Thick or thin
Always there through the good or bad
Socks
Fit when the rest of my clothes don't
Socks
Don't care if they match
Mismatch is in style
Socks
I can't live without you
For if I did my feet would reek
Socks
I'm sorry I lose you
Socks
The dryer will forever be your enemy
Socks
Never forgotten
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