Did I leave it in my pocket
Next to the keys to my home
Or in my wallet, or with my phone
Is it somewhere on my desk
Tucked between my notes
Or in a box I should have thrown
Perhaps I left it with a friend
Like a backpack or a sack
Or a book I won’t get back
I really hope it wasn’t in the trash
Where birds might squabble
To pick my precious apart
Everyday I go through a routine
Looking for my mind
Thank God I find it
Most of the time
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