this morning
I found
in my sock drawer
that missing
grey cotton
sock
it’s my birthday
maybe
all’s well
with the world
after all
March 17, 2013
Birthday
By hjs
This entry was posted on Sunday, March 17th, 2013 at 6:43 pm and tagged with happiness, poems, sense of life and posted in All poems, Life_the Universe_and ..., Moments. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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