There are at the tip
Of my tongue,I can’t
Seem to spit them out
More often than I
Wish to count,I contract
Brain freeze and can’t
remember,what I use
To recall at the drop
Of a hat,they say
sometimes there’s
To much ascertain,
There’s to much
Information to
Sort through
Brain freeze is
the worst form
Of insanity or
A gentle reminder
That paper cuts suck
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Beautiful verses as always Sheldon
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Thank you
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Your last lines resonate with me Sheldon, I use you as the inspiration of my next post. ~~dru~~
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Thank you ~dru~
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Brain freeze…sounds familiar too me! Brilliant words again.
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