Not that purse ...

I dropped my purse as I was riding,
I saw it fall,
I saw where it fell, 
But i didn't stop to pick it up,
I was scared I'll fall, 
I wanted my purse, 
I kept going on ... 
I decided I won't miss it, 
I forgot about it. 
I didn't want to.
But I did.
Eventually I reached my destination, 
I had to open the door...
My keys were in my purse .... 
I don't remember where I lost it.





Its not really not about that purse,
Its about those keys.

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