Clean Socks Are Fun To Give

Packing a fresh pair of socks with my lunch, was the smartest decision I made today.

My feet hurt.  My hands are blistered and ache.  My back is almost to the point of spasm.  My legs are sore and will hurt more tomorrow.  My arms are spent.  My heart hurts, and I don’t want to write about it. 

My head feels great, and all my socks are in the dryer.      

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