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About This Poem
The piper demands
No it’s not hunting nor is it fishing
It’s more like an electrical neuron;
Living in the universe of the mind;
Bouncing all over the place;
Fitting anywhere but belonging nowhere.
Or a geometric angle often;
Found unsolvable..
In this life absolutes are hard pressed to be found
And in its own unorthodox fashion;
These neurons may distract with designed intent.
So maybe you don’t have to be sad or lay blame;
And maybe you shouldn’t ingest anger;
But perhaps you should consider instead;
That which may have laid litigation to your thoughts
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