So there I was, hand
sewing one evening as we visited
with Larry's parents.
I poured everyone a fresh cup of coffee,
returned to my chair
and my sewing -- but my needle had gone AWOL.
Where was it??
I looked high and low, and then I looked low and high,
but no needle
materialized. I trotted up to my sewing room,
got another needle,
and finished my sewing.
We visited... sipped
our coffee...
and then I found my
needle:
Yes, it was in the
bottom of my coffee cup.
No, I don't know how it got there.
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