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just different 1 min read 966 views Dec 1, 2016

The mystery of the missing sock

Lost socks, unsure why,
Looking for pairs in despair aimlessly we try,
To find matches but end up with orphans,
Dividing colors and whites into equal portions,
Forever lost in the wash, they cost those with feet,
Fortunes missing between shirts and a sheet,
In the journey from the washer to the dryer,
Maybe sock manufacturers have a special supplier,
Who makes a special sock that dissolves in the wash...
 

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jlmoore2

Love this. Now I have an explanation! Lol!

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mrmelody7

You too huh my brother and I was just talkin bout this man you got like six pairs of dress sox cant find a match Im a sweat sox guy lots outdoor activity so no problem matching them

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WarriorCarryingWater

Thanks Jlmoore2 and mrmelody7!

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love_supreme

Excellent write

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