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I’ve lost my book of poems Searched for it everywhere I looked inside the cupboards And underneath the stair. It’s been put away quite safely So it would not get damaged or lost Trouble is, it’s to darn safe As I’m finding at my cost. I’ve tried the airing cupboard And in the Pantry too Tried as well, the garden shed Even in the loo. It really is not something That I can do again So I must keep on searching Alas, so far in vain. To most it is so much rubbish Written up in verse But to me, its years of thoughts Now lost, what could be worse. Sometime later At last, at last, they have come to light Well Thank the Lord for that But I want to know how they got hidden Beneath the kitchen mat!!! |
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