“Mother dear,” their questioning voices call,
“Have you seen my socks?
“I placed them in the dirty laundry there,
“but now I cannot find them anywhere!
“I fear that they are lost!”
“What a mystery we have here,” I say,
as I search through clothes and toys time forgot.
“But I’m sure they cannot be far away,
“as they themselves cannot get up and walk.
“How then can they be lost?”
I search the house, the car, and the backyard,
but a single sock do you think I find?
No! They have vanished through the cracks of time,
to wherever they go when socks get lost.
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