Mismatched Socks

I once knew a girl
who wore mismatched socks,
never combed her hair,
and collected rocks.
She always had a smile
as others put her down
and never showed fear
when others were around.
The more I got to know her,
the more my smile grew
since any gloom was banished
as her laughter cut right through.
She marched to her own drum,
sometimes literally,
and she never quite knew
how much she meant to me.

© AUtumn Siders 2018
Mismatched Socks

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