Where are You? by Srivalli Rekha

Blasted thing! I never seem to find it Off it goes into hiding somewhere amongst the pile Outrageous, ornate, or ordinary Kaput or intact, dusty or bright Mine it is and will remain always Alas! If only I can find it when needed Restless, I search until it peeks out Kooky little bookmark, cozy in...

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