They're like a silk blanket around my toes,
Like my feet's own set of clothes
They caress my ankle with a mothers' touch,
I could let my sole die in their clutch
They can start from ankle and go to my knee,
Depending on how much skin you wanna see
It's crazy how warm they can make me feel,
They're so fluffy and soft I think it can't be real
And now you're wondering, what on earth it is
That I'm talking about with such enthusiasm and bliss
Well, my friends, strangers and hobos;
Would you like to know the secret to warmth?
I'll tell you, It's socks.
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The Journey
PoetryHey guys, I've decided to publish an anthology, not necessarily based on my own experience, but my collected thoughts and ideas. I'm putting out a poem a day. I hope you enjoy it..
