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Santa-Madaka
carried socks to his house
anytime when I saw him.
I suppose his house was filled with
a lot of socks.
One day of last december,
I asked him
why have you brought socks.
" Oh, Don't you have any socks?
Do You want this?"
He replied anxiously.
" Thank you.
But I have some socks enough. "
" Good. Ah... please give me a old socks,
when you would buy a new one. OK? "
" Okay, Sure. I will. Anyway,
What do you do with socks?
Put on?"
" Put on? No."
" How use they?"
Then, suddenly his eyes
became sparkle with animosity
toward me. And he gone unkindly.
Next year,
I had seen him
who got weight too much and
dressed up in a gorgeus choker.
Yet, Nobody know
why Santa-madaka to be.
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