From my personal writing journal, pg 4, by my (der)
I looked for u behind the bench
But she was no where to be found.
I looked for o down a vase,
Bu the didn't want to be seen.
I looked for y with my dog where she likes to nap,
But she was as gone as gone can be.
Then I bumped into someone.
And it turned out,
I had found them all;
It was you.
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