Lost And Found Poem by Hugh Mitchell
Lost And Found
I am that black inevitable sock
stuck undiscovered to the back
rim of your wash-machine -
know what I mean?
I am the undetected greasy spoon
emerging soon
as your wash-up water swills away -
frustrating, eh?
No need for you to think a lot about me
as always, I'm around
but if you chance to pay attention to me
you'll never know you'd lost me till I'm found.
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5/9/2024 3:44:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
best teacher ever =))