Lost 👣👣👣

“RHYMING, OVER A CHANCE MEETING IN THE INNER CITY!” a.k.a.: “I Dreamed I Got Lost – And So Is Everyone Else, But They Have Forgotten How Lost They Are! I Haven’t!” a.k.a.: “Isn’t Life Grand?” a.k.a.: “My Finger’s Hurt Too!” a.k.a.: “We Could Always Have A Baby – Here! I Found One!”

Moon-day, 02/26/18.

Knock, knock – you there? Are you in therE? o

Yes, I’m in here, and the room is so barE! ~

I’m coming in, and I think this key workS! ‘Twas quite a day;

A lot of mean “jerkS!!” o

This room is so bare! ~

Who, who, are yoU? o

I can’t remember – I haven’t a cluE! I bumped my head! ~

Why’re you in my smocK? o

I forgot where I lived, and my key fit your locK! ~

I’m terrified! o

Me too! ~

This room is so smalL! o ~

Why’s your foot bleeding? o

I can’t make a calL.

I hurt it. ~

I’m scared, and I lost my phone toO! o

Mine is long gone – I guess we’ll “make do!”

I’m real weak! So, I couldn’t hurt yoU! ~

I really don’t care; my name is Sweet SuE! o

Well, like I said, Sue, “I don’t know my name!” ~

Well, yea, OK, yea, it’s all just the same. o

I don’t know what time ‘tis, and life is a rhyme. ~

Who really cares? I think it’s day time. o

fin. ❤

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About DAZZLED💙

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)