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[poem] Gosling
My place in the order of things
is, or so it sometimes seems,
at the back of the second sock drawer
with the dust and dead insects and dressmaker's pins:
an awkward spiky half-forgotten oddment.
is, or so it sometimes seems,
at the back of the second sock drawer
with the dust and dead insects and dressmaker's pins:
an awkward spiky half-forgotten oddment.
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(I am sorry that that is not the way things divided out for you; demotions are hard :offers hugs: )
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(In fact my socks do currently all fit in one drawer but they have occasionally been separated out in the past, heh.)
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(It might be time for me to weed out some of the less-beloved socks. Mostly because there are some new ones I've been eyeing on sockdreams, and I have a giftcert for there, and right now there just isn't space... >.> )