The longer you wear them the stronger they get.
Sometimes I think I should wash them,
But something inside me says No, no, not yet.
Not yet, not yet, not yet...
There sits a pair of black socks in the cup holder of my mommy van. A young man must have borrowed my vehicle and marked his trail.
I found some black socks in the garden, a few on the back porch, and I ALWAYS find several in the couch and among the couch pillows.
I was amused, this weekend, when I took a tour of my son's camp residence, an "apartment" located above the camp store. As a staff member he shares the space with two adult leaders and one other young staff member.
Underneath the stairs leading up to the loft, among the mud and blades of grass, I spied several "lost" black socks.
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