Sitting comfortably a story complete,
Placed nice and neat, on the desk.
When a wind blew up and carried it off at speed.
On rushing I watched it whisked away outside,
Dancing on currents it flew around the buildings
Where I could not follow.
‘Oh exasperation, stop come back to me.’
It slipped through a door, I ran on in too.
Thankfully it flopped onto the floor,
It was then I noticed and giggled and laughed out loud.
It had obviously decided to cut out the publishers
And present itself to the right place,
In the Library, but not on the library floor.
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