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Off SocksToday is lost sock day so here is a poem in commemoration to the illusive lost socks.

 The Land of Missing Socks

Have you seen

A washing machine

When it rattles and rocks

When it opens up a portal to

The land of missing socks

In the middle of its spin

Vibrating violently

A washing machine

Can tune itself in

To this land’s frequency

A glowing portal opens up

In the middle of the drum

An escape route for

Adventurous socks

But it’s only big enough for one.

By Mark Megson.

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