Around and around my faithful socks go
In the Sunday morning glow
I sit and watch them cycle
As they spin spin spin spin
To the gentle hum of the
Monotonous background melody
Pirouette after pirouette
Their feet never tired of the jive
Blissfully unaware
Of how lucky they are
For endless kitchen dances
Alongside their darlings
Their perfect pairs
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