I push you gently in your place
You fell into the nearest space
Round and round and round you go
When it will stop, you just don’t know!
I reach inside to lift you out
You were there, I have no doubt
No, I sweep my hand all around
Mmm that one odd sock - can’t be found 😂
Where do all the socks go……😂
Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet copyright ©️
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