Odd Socks
By birksy
A green and a blue, then a red and a yellow, no rhyme or reason, just put them together then put them away, a sock drawer of mayhem, rather there than in my thoughts, let it out through the cotton, and those dated paisley patterns. In the morning, I'll smile walk tall down the street, calm in my mind, odd socks on my feet. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 10:32 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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