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It’s There It’s Gone

I search for it,

Certain, though I have never seen it,

That it waits somewhere,

Concealed perhaps in a nondescript hovel,

Or in some remote corner

Of this wide earth that is home for me.

- Concealed and waiting

For me to search it out,

And take it unto myself.

I search,

And then,

I wonder at times –

Does it really exist?

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