An Ode to the Underwear on the Path Between Olin and Peirce

 

I went to find ye, but the winter hath reclaimed you, poor soul

I went to find ye, but the winter hath reclaimed you, poor soul

This poem is dedicated to all those who were moved by the lost underwear.  I understand you and am here for you.

Why?

Why are you there?

Did someone abandon you;

Leave you to stand against the elements alone?

Or do you have a mind of your own;

And this is all part of your plan?

Are you trying to find a new home?

A new home in Caples, Watson, or Old K?

I wish you luck in your endeavor and I will always remember you.

Always.

 

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