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9 comments:
Redolent of "one thousand year dawn" by john gerrard
Wednesday's sock is full of woe.
Indeed. And Sunday (unintentionally) sprightly. Should be the other way round.
Agreed!
get a bright red pair is what i say/said.
all my socks are white...
Trust your mother
You are supposed to wear socks every day? Uh oh.
my socks are all the same colour, these days. that way, i don't have to face the fact that some of them are falling through the dryer into another dimension.
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