Has anyone seen our needful thing? I had it a moment ago It was about such an such a size Wrought of a unique- yet nondescript nomenclature We left it precisely where I can’t remember By the place bereft of details and specifics How it came to we- my own, escapes us As I’ve raised no ire, or spoke of its acclaim It was right at the tip of my thought As typically called to mind in use or function Or applicable task, let alone how its purpose, Might give air to shadows, or things unseen However misremembered, or misplaced In whatever cause, chance- or enigma so privy Pray tell us the current state or whereabouts Of my fondest accoutrement Readily discernible to those of the consument eye With an air that’s undeniable The make of which I’m at a loss to define Save its diminutive size, (which belies its value). Nevertheless, none so desired than that which is lost No costlier a gem than the one earnestly sought For such is this heirloom, our immortal amour- My own, my love- my precious...
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