I found:
Twelve cents,
Hidden under couch cushions.
Not much,
Near negligible in today's world of
Climbing prices
and salaries that never seem to rise as fast.
I suppose I could get
Some old-fashioned candy
At an old-fashioned store.
But that's about it.
Useless.
I found:
a crumpled piece of paper
with a Spanish joke,
hidden in my backpack.
Funny.
But ripped and torn.
I can't display that.
I'll have to re-type it.
Useless.
I found:
An old theater ticket,
Hidden on my desk.
Expired, of course.
From a slightly mediocre performance
Of a very odd musical.
Standard ticket, no special decorations.
No memories attached.
Useless.
I found:
Twelve cents,
A crumpled piece of paper,
And an old theater ticket.

So where are my freaking keys?!?

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