Feetures, stop hiding from me!You are my favorite socks.
I am down upon my knees!
The last time I saw you,
You were in the laundry.
Where do you go?
When you are away from me?
Is there a sock haven?
To where you all flee?
A place that smells like Gain?
No feet you have to see?
Rest your weary threads?
Show off your elasticity?
Uh, can you leave a memo-
For the hunting weary?
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