The Lost Sock

“I have lost
My sock” she cried.
“And I can’t recover it, much though I have tried”.

“It is little cost
To replace a sock, for they are cheap,
Dry your eyes my dear, there is no need to weep”
He said, and rolled over on his side to sleep.

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