my socks all went in two by two, hurrah, hurrah
my socks all went in two by two, hurrah, hurrah
my socks all went in two by two,
and that's precisely how i knew
the machine had eaten one, it'll never be seen again
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
Oh, Tragedy.
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