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I lost my silver ring
Everywhere I looked
Couldn’t find the thing
Looked in the outbuilding
The so-called ‘barn-ish’
Where Mum used to send Pops
To tart up his carving
With varnish
Nah, it wasn’t there
So I stopped looking
For many a year
That’s when I found it
Beneath my bed
Black with tarnish
55 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tarnish
crispina kemp 
That’s always the way, give it up for lost, and it comes home!
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This is what we usually hope. I lost a (silver) ring many years back, never could find it, and now I’ve moved house seven times, I doubt it’ll ever return
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Yep, I think I’d be giving that one up for lost, too.
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It’s always in the last place we look.
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Now, I wonder why that is? 🙂
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Lol 😂
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🥰
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🩷🩷🩷
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Good writing!
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Thank you. I saw the prompt and it all fell into place
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