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It's up and down and twice around
    With an ample side of snark and leeks.
And an assortment of lies divided by pi,
    To find this thing I seek.

I searched my bedside dresser
    In the hope to find it there.
But not to be, so I was forced to see
    If it was in a box beneath the stairs.
The box was bare and empty
    Which did not aid in my relief.
As i was lo' to explain, why it no longer contained
    My most cherished held beliefs.

But I digress and that aside,
    I looked beneath a bedroom chair.
And where I thought... my valor ought,
    I found just a wisp of empty air.
Undaunted by this troubling news,
    I remembered a desk that I had bought.
Where I found a mortal slice of wasted life
    But still no sign of what I sought.

So undeterred, I left the room
    To explore the very nature of my soul.
Where I was forced to roam with no one home
    And found just a bigger hole.
I then paddled through my memory
    To bring to bear both time and space.
But the fog of age is a paltry sage
    And would not expose its hiding place.

I remember not too long age
    When It had been my ardent guide.
I'm not afraid to tell, it had served me well
    With no providence denied.
But with many years of gross neglect,
    It had become a shadow of my past.
And something so grand without a plan...
    Is never meant to last.

So my search proved vain and fruitless
    But I attempt to soldier on.
And in my despair, I turned to prayer
    To question where my love for life had gone.

                      The End

*Dedicated to those just having a bad day.
*I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day or so.

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