The following poem is an awkward rendition of a battle I fought this morning. I didn't win because I still haven't found the misplaced. It'll pop up when I stop looking and victory will be mine!!!!
Update: I found the precious misplaced. Yay!
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From the pit of my soul
a mounting fire breaks with the anxiety of finding something that I had misplaced
Long ago, just put it "somewhere neat"
For safe keeping, in order to keep it safe!!
Gone!
Frustration! Fire!
Anger!
It kicks me I kick back
It throws a right hook
I counter with the same
A left, a right,
Who's fighting who
when you're fighting you and you?
Now (sigh of exhaustion), where did I put that damned thing?
From the pit of my soul
a mounting fire breaks with the anxiety of finding something that I had misplaced
Long ago, just put it "somewhere neat"
For safe keeping, in order to keep it safe!!
Gone!
Frustration! Fire!
Anger!
It kicks me I kick back
It throws a right hook
I counter with the same
A left, a right,
Who's fighting who
when you're fighting you and you?
Now (sigh of exhaustion), where did I put that damned thing?
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