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Putting on Socks

by Bill Bowler

Putting on socks has become quite a project
Clipping my toenails, next to impossible
The grunting and groaning involved
The bending and stretching are hard to describe
How did this happen? It wasn’t always this way
But that’s how it goes, no cause for alarm
Despite my best efforts, my toes
Remain just out of reach of my two empty arms
So my wife helps me out, I sit back and relax
She’s pretty good with the toenail clippers
And I am, too, when it’s her toes, not mine
I return the favor, and our toes come out fine


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