At the San Francisco Lost and Found
When I lost my heart in San Francisco,
I was advised to go to the Lost and Found at First and Briscoe.
But to my chagrin, they had more than one lost heart,
and no matter how closely I examined 'em, I couldn't tell 'em apart.
So what could I do but just go eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Bro?
Copyright © Marinus Jansen | Year Posted 2025
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