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Originally posted by Penske_Account
You are my sock.
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By Pretty Little Flower:
Finally a poem:
I'm not the one behind Pushy The Puppy
Instead he's an infamous socialite yuppie
You've met him before, here and there, now and then
In the garden of blasphemy practing Zen
He has almost no socks in his pitiful drawers
And to tell you the truth, he thinks you are all bores
On the point that is latter I will not opine
I've no taste for your weak-bodied, syrupy wine
So with this thought I leave you: a sock is just wool
That falls over your eyes with a casual pull
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