My Brain Has A Mind Of Its Own
My brain has a mind of its own
Except when it has flown
Away in the breeze
Whenever I sneeze
Leaving me completely alone.
It's then I express what I think
On paper not written in ink
Just a tissue blot
Made of thoughtful snot
Draingage not fit for the sink.
So when my expressions are low
And poetry will not flow
I give an AAchoooo
Clearing all thoughts to
The hanky into which I blow.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-11-11 at 01:34
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