Around the house I look,
For my lost library book.
In the cushions of the couch?
In my backpack's outer pouch?
In the car on the floor?
Behind my bedroom door?
I feel like I have committed a crime,
When I have to pay an overdue fine.
Wait, what's that lump in my bed?
Going to the library I no longer dread.
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