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-A Pile of Warm Socks
A pile of warm socks
dumped upon my bed.
If only for a minute,
a place to rest my head
Socks once soiled and sweaty
now smelling clean and sweet.
What an awful shame it is
returning them to hubby's feet.
But they keep his tootsies warm as toast
on cold, bleak winter days.
Until the sunshine comes again
with tanning summer rays.
But now, a pillowed heap of socks
lies warm upon my bed.
Until I'm ready to fold them up,
I'll rest my weary head!
Very warm pile of words too. LOL
Jessica
(Doncha' just LOVE how they SMELL,
all fresh, clean, and warm!!??)
KIT, that's the way I approach my
Poetical Ideas: my jumble of thoughts,
lying in a pile, steaming,
fresh out of the tumbling
of my MIND! No semblance of comparison
while in the pile,
but, matching the idea-'a'
with the OTHER idea-'a' is
THE CHALLENGE.
You do good work!! TEDDY.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !