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What's happened to my coffee cup?
I search each room; I'll not give up—
I know I put it someplace near;
so how could it just disappear?
I stomp and stew! I rant and rave!
Who hid it in the microwave?
© by C. F. Kelly.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Cornelius Farrell Kelly lives in Pinedale, Wyoming, with his wife of 60+ years, in a house they built with the help of their ten children at an altitude of 7300 feet above sea level. The author of eight chapbooks and two published books, he writes a rhyming couplet every morning and posts it on his Facebook page. Cork is a competitive senior swimmer (he says he frequently gets ideas for a poem while swimming).
 
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anne.lehman2929@att.net:
Oh so wonderful and love the recognition!
Posted 09/06/2018 09:24 PM
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Jo:
My hand is raised high.
Funny, and so true.
Posted 08/24/2018 09:09 PM
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transitions:
Perfect
Posted 08/24/2018 09:08 PM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Loved this charming little rhyme. My husband and I always say little gremlins come in at night and rearrange our things and that's why he can't find anything the next morning.
Posted 08/24/2018 06:01 PM
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Mary Lou Taylor:
So clever and so true.
Posted 08/24/2018 04:33 PM
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antoinette:
I'm still searching for my car keys. Good job, most of us have been there in one form or another.
Posted 08/24/2018 11:20 AM
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Glen Sorestad:
I've been there, done that -- many times, in fact. Thanks for the reminder.
Posted 08/24/2018 10:07 AM
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paradea:
Hahahahaha!!! I searched for my Swiffer mop the other day for fifteen minutes and it was lying across my un-made bed. What led me to put it there, I'll never know. Would have been worse if I had slept with it! Great poem.
Posted 08/24/2018 10:02 AM
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wordartdjc:
This reminds me of the way in which I search for my reading glasses. Universal subject.
Posted 08/24/2018 07:36 AM
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