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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Stopping My Mind on a Frosty Evening


My mind is blank; I know not why
Oft from my head all thoughts do fly
And though I try to write so clear
All my neural circuits die.

My little head must seem so odd
When all it does is twist or nod
And when my eyes begin to blear
My brain turns castles into sod.

It gives its hair a roaring shake
To turn its hot dogs into steak
Words it cannot commandeer
Profound sayings cannot make.

The words are boring, dark, and drear
It forces the eye to a tear
But I try it anyway for you, dear
But I try it anyway for you, dear.

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