Image by Robert Waghorn from Pixabay
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I have a small collection of them,
Which will probably get bigger.
I prefer to think of them, not as widowed,
But somewhere out there, their other half,
Their pair still exists and may still
Be found one day, perhaps with awkward
Words: I’m fine, got a new job, a new...
Tact intrudes.
Sometimes I wear two of them:
Two with garnets but different shapes.
One is a little black cat, cutely climbing
Through my ear – I had an unmatching chameleon
But that got lost too.
Maybe the two chameleons reunited in the country
Where lost earrings go, bordering
On the Land of Lost Socks.
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