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THE OLD MAN'S SOCK
THE OLD MAN'S SOCK
His grandchild came from distant land.
She saw a hole in his old sock.
She laughed and told all those around,
and made that hole their evening's talk.
He got so famous for that hole
so quickly and with no effort,
while pages of verse he could fill
and no one gave them just a squint.
He laughed and made them laugh with him
when he could play that witty role,
"I am a grandpa and can't claim
to be one without my sock's hole."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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His grandchild came from distant land.
She saw a hole in his old sock.
She laughed and told all those around,
and made that hole their evening's talk.
He got so famous for that hole
so quickly and with no effort,
while pages of verse he could fill
and no one gave them just a squint.
He laughed and made them laugh with him
when he could play that witty role,
"I am a grandpa and can't claim
to be one without my sock's hole."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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