Socks
Socks
Often warm and fuzzy
enfolding grateful toes
Now embraced by shoes
Secure
Ready for the night walk
Jim is a very dear friend of mine who lives in San Francisco. He told me that this poem came to him after he read my Which pair of socks. We took a picture for his socks last weekend when he visited me so we can finally post this poem here.
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