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Socks


Yes! Yes! Yes!

I have been waiting for this day.

With being alone all this time,

what else can I say?

 

I've been sitting in this drawer

waiting the long wait

fir the laundry to get back

and I'm reunited with my mate.

 

Can you imagine how long I've been waiting for this?

since being mixed matched is now a part of

"Ignorance is bliss!"

 

I was at the bottom,

my partner at the top. 

When she couldn't find my light blue hue,

she chose polka dot.

 

And while I felt my fragile heart

break into a thousand shards, 

Polka dot took away the one sock

with the other half of my heart.

 

But today as I wait

I feel the strong pull, 

realizing our bond

Is invincible to even the strongest bull.

 

And from now on,

we must keep together

to matching socks

then, now, and forever.

 

Through thick and thin

even if we must go

to the laundry, 

Or any other foe.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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