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Aug 2016
Beginning: A lamb with a fluffy fleece
Soon she will be naked
These fine strands of taken
To be twisted by a machine
From an atom-like jumble comes a line
And the line is to be twisted yet again
But twisted in a methodical pattern
Cast off, put on. The sock.
Am I the sock or the wearer of the sock? I am never sure
Written by
Katherine Tadayon
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   GaryFairy
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