Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Two Hundred Second, July 20, 2011

I look in my pocket
and nothing is there
perhaps in the other
still empty hands

where could it be now
for I know it was here
somewhere close by
never out of reach

not on any of the tables
didn't get left on a chair
the dogs won't take it
so where could it be

I hate losing my train of thought....

4 comments:

  1. This is a highly amusing one. I didn't laugh, but I did smile with a kind of "Awww" response. The brevity of the lines also help to make it that sweet.

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  2. Are you talking about the ideas?

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  3. Clarissa, hello. Were you talking to him or to me? *smiles*

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