A funny little song my mother sang to me when I was a small child: Black socks, they never get dirty The longer you wear them, The blacker they get. Some times they long for the laundry But something inside me says, “Don’t send them yet! Not yet!”
A funny little song my mother sang to me when I was a small child: Black socks, they never get dirty The longer you wear them, The blacker they get. Some times they long for the laundry But something inside me says, “Don’t send them yet! Not yet!”