My keys, my keys-oh hell where did I leave them now?
Muttering "a place for everything and everything in it's place"
Shaking my purse for the sound of jingling fish
Hearing only the thud of my wallet and the beat of my heart
Grumbling "oh when will I learn" while looking for my plaice
My Keys my keys - oh holy mackrel where did I leave them now?
This is my fourth submission to Magpie Tales.
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