Something is lost and can't be found.
About a year ago I lost a pair of diamond earings, and it just makes me sick to my stomach- still!!! Mom worked really hard and put 'em on lay-a-way for my 18th birthday, and 10 years later I was getting dressed for a bachelorette party... took those diamond studs out and put in some bling for the party look. The problem is, I was pretty sick and doped up on cold medicine, and don't remember what happened to the earings! I took apart the sink in the condo I was in at the time, had Dad take apart the sink at my parents' because I'd been staying there while I was sick, but they weren't in either u-bend.
So, with a pit in my stomach that won't go away, I offer up the childhood rhyme to the patron saint of lost things.
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