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Feb 2011
I have a sock drawer
that laughs at me
   every freezing day-


It hides its contents
one at a time-
     it’s just cruel that way.


So now, in the cold,
I swear to it,
    when the earth thaws out,

My feet will be bare
in the dirt and grass!
Shoes? I can do without.
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