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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=8d814a50e583ba96d66c2794c934ebc2'>archives</a><BR>it's the last day of the clothing cycle
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laundry bags packed tight
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got one last pair of underwear
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but not a sock in sight.
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today'd be for dirty feet
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had not a miracle occured
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for huddled up amongst some shirts
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a pair of socks is heard.
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white, clean, in a ball
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as normal socks should be
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lacking any holes
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as for the eye can see
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unraveled now, awaiting foot
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something goes amiss
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these socks belong to mother
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these socks are made for Ms.
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oh, my feminine socks, my feminine socks
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soft, clean, pleated too
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my feminine socks, my feminine socks
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fit real nice in a masculine shoe
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my feminine socks, my feminine socks
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oh how you hug my feet
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my feminine socks, my feminine socks
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so glad that we could meet.</BODY>
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