Posted: March 20, 1987 in Poetry
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A wallet lay upon the ground
Should I return it to the Lost and Found?
Open it up, is there ID?
Visa and Mastercard! Oh lucky me!
One hundred in bills, non sequential.
A driver’s license – quite essential.
A bunch of pictures and gas receipts
A pair of tickets for ballet seats.
But alas, I am still in a bind
For this wallet I found still isn’t mine.
I know how stupid this may sound,
But I returned that wallet to the Lost and Found.

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