Tag: Socks
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Inside the Black Hole
Nothing escapes Not even time Not even water Not even wine Surrounded by darkness Drawn in with the light: The sock that went missing In the washer last night Just where does the washing machine take those garments it takes a fancy to? Perhaps it spins the items so fast on the spin cycle that…
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Oh, toe is me…!
Once. Nay twice. Nay THRICE! Egads!!! I treated myself to some new socks over the weekend – I know how to live, don’t I? – all of my other pairs have now begun to lose their colour after being washed to beyond an inch of their lives. In fact a thread from one of my…
The Mansionic Perspective 