A small stone for odd-sock day
Way back when, I mixed two pairs of toe-socks -
Ten different-coloured toes to wiggle,
From my seat on the floor,
At the sombre-looking boys in the bible-class
And so today I wonder
Have they all forgotten
me, or is there
a vicar somewhere who tomorrow
will think of me and
smile as he hides his odd socks beneath his cassock...
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