Searching for Seabiscuit
Seabiscuit is hiding in our house. I think. Not the horse, of course, nor even the movie, but rather the paperback book. I just went through all the books on bookshelves, and found all kinds of things, but not the thing I wanted.
I stand accused of losing it.
I in turn accuse my accuser of lending it to someone.
Rhyme of the day:
I went through all our shelves - and that's a lot,
But - alas - I found it not.
I stand accused of losing it.
I in turn accuse my accuser of lending it to someone.
Rhyme of the day:
I went through all our shelves - and that's a lot,
But - alas - I found it not.
