The Vault Poem by Asher Proschansky
The Vault
Had a crazy friend
Who had a key to my vault
Despite my initial reluctance
I showed this friend the vault's compartments
Feeling friendly all the while
But realizing what I'd done
I grabbed the friend's key
And located all its copies
But there were so many
I could not remember all
the new hiding places
and then I turned around
and looked inside my friend's vault
for its compartments!
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