Caleb Mohamed

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Tue, 09 May 2023 | last modified Thu, 01 Jan 2026
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Socks worn through,
Maybe it's their last curfew,
Or rather time to get something new,
To stop tiny toes going blue,
And to scatter a few
Stretchy socks in my draw as a clue,
A clue for detective feet to cover up and settle down.

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