Poetry

Lazy Days

Lazy days…

Oh how I miss thee.

Where did the

time go

when all

I had to do

was

n  o  t  h  i  n  g  .  .  .

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So much depends upon my socks

all fluffy and warm

Each thread sewn with a purpose

to keep my toes comfy and warm.

Socks were made just for me.