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Missing

What happened to my forks?

What happened to my spoons?

Where are all my bowls?

Swallowed by her room?

Scattered onto window sills

Underneath a sock or two

I'm sure my daughter didn't mean to

Leave my dishes in her room

Old something green

Hardened brown mystery

I recall there was once a floor 

Here

Beneath this travesty

All is well I'm sure

I'm sure I'll be just fine

I'll just eat my cereal 

In my cup with my knife

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ Dear Sadness,

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