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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Brain Drain Explained There's an echo in my ears, And a heart full of tears, Going down, going down the drain, There's a cry on fingertips, And a why on my lips, Going up, going up the brain, There's an ache in my old head, And a cracked song instead, Can you feel, can you feel the strain? There's a voice that won't depart, And a noise in my heart, Can you hear, can you hear the pain? There's a scorn in my sweet blush, And a thorn in my flesh, Chugging like, chugging like a train, There's a dance in my mad feet, And a chance to retreat, Tugging that, tugging that refrain, There's a wetness in my brain, And redness in my sprain, Walking in, walking in the rain, There's a sore in my red cheeks, And a hole in the creeks, Washing off, washing off the stain, There's a jig in my sad soul, And a big gaping hole, Crying with, crying with the slain, There's a madness outside me, And a sadness in me, Wailing in, wailing in disdain, There's a leap in my footsteps, And a creep in my steps, Let me now, let me now complain, Come with me, my dearest friend, Let us flee till world's end, Will you not, will you not explain? Won't you talk with me somehow, Have a walk with me now? Strolling through, strolling through the main, Let us fly and touch the sky, And pry and be the spy, Rolling in, rolling in the plain... 04/03/19 ~~~~~~~~~~~ A whimsical write 7.6.8 syllables ~~~~~~~~~~~
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