Where has it gone?
This time of mine
Been digging deep
The wrong way down
The higher I float
The less I frown.
Bobbing about
Within the within
Where up can be down
Am I am the real thing.
Then it gets out
In my gleeful refrain
On the record
So that later I claim
Makes good sense
When facts are accounted
An placed in the gaps
They ignore when encounted
©wrennie
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