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Harvell. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Where is it to which this comes from?
Some say it's in your head but some say other things instead.
Some even say it comes from the left side of your brain.
Some say it comes from else where or it's just in your head.
Where does it really come from?
Is it something in your head?
Who's really to say?
Some told me it was a pain.
Does that mean the same as ache instead!
Or is a pain something you experience when you prick your finger on the bed.
I don't know, I just know I've got this big headache my self and it points at you.
No'...Not to say you such a pain.
Wow' I think I just figured the headache problem.
And that's the pain.
You reckon it’s because it had rain.
Or maybe a snow came and you where to sick to sit and see it fall.
Is that what pain is or was it my thought?
It was that on the other end.
Through the phone calls I could tell.
Those with a head like that.
Who could tell whether pain or ache.
But I know for sure, you giving me headache.
That's ok; it wasn't from the prick you see.
It was that of the ring.
So I apologize if I have to hang up and run.
But I have to do something about this headache I've hung.
So I'm going to hang up now and run.
I do apologize, it's been fun....