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The Sock

January 5, 2022
By Anonymous

The sock, Poem Two


I had to watch her.

I fell asleep and woke up.

I saw her eat it.

She ate your sock.

I couldn’t feel bad.

It wasn’t my sock to begin with.

We played with the sock.

She pulled and I pulled. 

It ripped.

Now, you will learn to pick up your socks.

And never have matched ones again.


The author's comments:

This piece was created by my younger sister throwing her socks everywhere and she always has unmatched ones. I decided it would maybe make someone smile or laugh.


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