Monday, November 10, 2008

the glasses

Are you really going to ask me to find your glasses again? It sounds like a children's book, "I found your glasses with your mouse." How funny that your glasses end up in the strange places of the house.

I found your glasses in the house.
I found your glasses with the mouse.
I found your glasses on the floor.
I found your glasses by the door.
I found your glasses on the desk.
I found your glasses in some mess.
Your pile of papers.
Your pile of notes.
Your pile of pillows.
Peak under your pile of coats.
I found your glasses between the sheets.
I found your glasses, the day repeats.

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