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I'm writing now with no regard to where the words will go.
It's not much different than before, I usually don't know.
But not to have a thought in mind feels kind of disconcerting.
With nothing in particular, the boundries, I'm skirting.

So on I go to say hello or maybe how ya doin'.
Just let it flow and let it go, you know what rhyme's with doin? :)
But I digress, it's just the stress that causes such dismay.
Not knowing what the future brings and what the hell to say.

It seems no matter what I write, people just think it's sad.
Well that's ok, it's not a cause for me to get all mad.
It's just that writing on a whim without a line of sight.
Is not something that's comfortable, it doesn't feel quite right.

But rhyming is my claim to fame so it's alright with me.
As long as these words dance and sing with meaning you can see.
Even if nothing's being said, it really doesn't matter.
It's nothing in particular, it's really all just chatter. 


I feel the need to share with you something a little funny.
A friend of mine used to always say something when he walked past a pretty girl.
He'd say tickle your ass with a feather. And if the girl turned around and said, what did you say? He'd say Particularly nice weather. :) Truthfully, he usually just went through the imagined scenario so we could hear. We always enjoyed it. :):):)

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