I searched the sock drawer for the missing item
It vanished in the wash the other day
I thought that I had paired them up and stored them
And went upstairs and put them both away
And now I have a drawer with many singles
Many motifs in my drawer of many colors
But none of them that match, just sit an mingle
I can't believe I've lost them all once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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