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Losing my pink glasses
I misplaced my pink glasses, I had put them on a shelf.
Had the fey come along and taken them – a faerie or an elf?
I looked all over, getting frustrated up to a ten or an eleven.
My husband said, “look up, as if you are looking to heaven.”
I looked up and up and up and up and there my glasses were.
Perched on a happy ostrich, we had named Mr. McMure.
Mr. MuMure looked great in them, and was dancing a jig.
I gave them to him right away, and a red pair to our pig.
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Caren Krutsinger
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