It Jars My Memory
Ever had a problem you need to solve
to find the solution is your resolve
The pieces just will not fall into place
a jigsaw puzzle without any face
When you go to bed, it’s still on your mind
you toss and you turn for a long-long time
Finally your brain drifts into slumber
how your subconscious works is a wonder?
In jars your memory, looks at each option
finds a solution for your adoption
You’re jarred awake with the problem resolved
and have no idea how the solution evolved
January 21 2012
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