White socks...
They remind me of a clean slate,
A clean day,
Yes,
Their socks,
But their white,
White socks,
As white,
As an Artic Fox,
Or as white as a polar bear even,
These white socks are,
And to me these white socks also smell like an ocean breeze,
The scent of home,
A home miles away from here,
That I can only but long for,
So these white socks,
They are my hope,
A hope,
That maybe,
One day,
I will go home wearing them.
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