Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Hidden Eraser

I search the whole house
For my hidden treasure.
I can't find what I'm looking for
Much to my displeasure.

I look in the desk.
I look by the phone,
I look in the junk drawer,
I turn every stone.

I ask my family -
My sister is quite the debater -
Eventually she lets it slip,
She hid my special eraser.


©2011, Bridget Magee

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