There he stands, day after day, year in year out;
barefoot in freezing weather, overdressed for blazing summer heat.
Continually patting down his pockets,
looking for the car keys which, inevitably, will be
in the last place he chances to look.
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Hee hee,
I couldn't help myself. There he was, standing at the side of a drive, poised as if to get into the SUV that was parked there. "Maggie! Have you seen my keys?" he hollered back towards the house. "They're on the dresser, hon!" she called back. "You left them in your other robe that I washed last night. I found them when I was beating thy garment on a rock."
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