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Slouch socks are quite the mem'ry, kitchen thence
With lights on, and my gym shoes sans avail:
Split at the seams cuz three pairs' trendy scale
Of mixing colours up yer ankle hence
Defy the common tennis shoe, the sense
The photos showed WITHOUT shoes; that detail
Was not intended. Mom warned me. In frail
Reply I kept up lay'ring. Dear me, whence?
Could over forty years change aught, in poor
'Scuse, why's that vivid scene revive its cue?
"Thick" slouch socks swear Italian boots demure
Sense are no match for them. What shall I do?
Boots that want thick boot socks, of course. We were
But children then, now old; LORD, I need You.
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2026 19:34
- Comment from author about the poem: How's this for... fun? [I can still see that photo spread across two pages, showing off ankles with no less than 3 pairs of slouch socks on each.]
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With any luck we all age and things change. Nicely done
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