One sock
Two sock
Red sock
Blue sock
Doesn't that sound familiar?
Now here is the third sock,
But...
Why is it polka dotted?
And this one here, it has stripes,
Yet is has no match,
How sad could it be,
To be a sock without a partner?
One sock
One sock
Oh, what a lonely sock.
That is what happens when, you don't mismatch your socks,
They'll grow up knowing their partner,
Yes,
But their social group will be small,
For they will only be with their same kind,
And never meet another.
Never have a brother.
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Your Heart is My Harp
PoesíaYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
