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May 2021
Pulling my hair
out to find the pair
of the sock and stare
at the big pile where
the other pair is I swear
in despair
it is not there
I stop and play solitaire
with a frown and glare
as if I am unaware
that life is unfair
the unfound sock does not even impair
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zozek
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   Eshwara Prasad
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