Oh threadbare socks upon my feet
What gripping stories could you tell?
To hear them would be such a treat
I bet they intrigue and compel
You have been here, you have been there
You have walked down many a street
And you have acquired quite a smell
So I must switch to a new pair
James Proclaims! 
That was an adequate post.
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I’m quite moved
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When it comes to comfy foot wear
Toss aside the sweaty and threadbare,
Take a stroll down to Peacocks,
Treat yourself to fresh clean socks,
A good comfy pair won’t break the bank
Though the old pair do still highly rank.
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Our local branch of Peacocks has closed down. Sign of the times. No new socks for me I’m afraid.
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I always change my sock on the 21st of the month as well
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I assumed that everyone did.
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What date for the other one?
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Always the 21st. Each sock on alternate months
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Nooooo! Never get rid of the lucky socks. The skin must grow around the socks first and then you just put on another pair. That’s what my son tells me anyway…
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That sounds like a recipe for very warm feet. Truthfully I hate wearing socks and only do so when social norms dictate that I must
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So are you one of those sockless Birkenstock fellows in -5 degree weather? 😂
My son plays baseball, he pitches… the sock thing is a thing. Pitchers and their superstitions…
My daughter plays softball. She also pitches. For her it’s a lucky sports bra. I say “child, you stink” and she says “Mom, you will never understand…” rolls her eyes, hair flips, and walks off.
I miss the two year old days when they can’t talk back. Wait! They do talk back you just have no idea what they are saying.
Why as parents do we assume that jibber jabber is all cute and innocent? Really they are like “you stupid idiot! Get out of my way!!!”
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Miy 2 year old is quite verbal already and she can be quite mean…
And no to Birkenstock’s. Can’t afford brand names now I have a toddler…
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Wait till she turns 12…
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Did you just blog about stinky socks?
I need to re examine my criteria for virtual friends….
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To be fair they were entirely fictional. My actual socks smell of lavender and chamomile.
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You could immerse them in boiling water for 3 minutes, have a refreshing cup of tea and have clean socks. Win win!
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Probably quite nutritious too!
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Your poem has taken smelling socks into the next realm. Now I can’t wait to give mine their annual rinse.
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It’s always a moment to be treasured
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I change my socks most every day
But don’t think I’m a cryer
Old pair off a new pair on
Then I lose one in the dryer
Stay well and Laugh when you can
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Jerry Seinfeld does a bit about losing socks in the dryer. The bit goes on and he then describes driving down a road at night and the headlights picking up on lone socks in the ditch. I’m not telling this well, but he makes the connection between the two events and when he tells it, it’s hilarious because we’ve all seen those socks in the headlights.
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I’ll have to find it On YouTube
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I wonder if it’s there. I’ve never thought of that.
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That’s why changing them every day is excessive
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I love the poem. It has sole.
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It’s true but in many respects it’s the poem’s Achilles heel.
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