22 April 2014

I laugh when I look inside my purse,
All these things that now have worth.
I know Advil from Aleve by the sound of it’s shake,
And the 250 count tums there is no mistake.
My utility scissors might set off alarms,
In my purse that feels as big as a barn.
With so many objects I dare not forget,
It was losing my keys which I deeply regret.
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