I have been looking in every room.
I've even taken time to replace a broom.
I've asked the spider and I've asked the fly,
I just can't find the words though I try.
So I stare, I look down the hall,
to find some words, some to recall.
Dust filled with ominous lights.
Nothing is coming to my sight.
Oh well.
Time for dishes.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2026 19:54
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Comments1
I often search the house from top to bottom looking for dishes left around to be done. This may apply to tasks in general.
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