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It’s real curious how some ideas form,
Like a summer shower or a rainbow storm
Of thoughts,
That dribble in through the ether;
If it don’t make sense…well then I don’t either!
And a joy it is when I’m near a pen,
So I can keep the thoughts and return again
To a state of mind that is fluid and free,
Without worrying what could the meaning be.
Let it come, like a flood,
Like a wonderous sea,
Let it come,
Here, I’m ready,
Let it come, let it be!!
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