I try to think of it as a plot
Whenever I look for some thing and it’s not
Where I left it the other day
It’s Murphy’s fault I often say
As I age he’s getting bolder
Seems he’s always sitting on my shoulder
But now I find I’m not the only one
Think he’s multiplying under the sun
So I’ll stay inside and hope it rains
So my other shoulder he won’t gain.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 27, 2025
The Bag Lady 