I wrote this poem in the hopes that I might get some clarification how my brain works and why I so enjoy conversation when clearly so many people in my world do not. I still swim in merky waters!
Slight Little Twist Some can say what they want with very few words. And then there are those who do chirp like the birds. Some have no problem leaving the hearer in doubt. Then there is ME, who feels the need to talk it all out! I have been told that I talk way, way too much. I repeat what I say, like the parrot and such. I don’t really know why I converse like I do. No I don’t really know, NO, I don’t have clue! I really do try to capture my bubble. Then again it will pop, and again I’m in trouble! Who can really know how our tiny brain works? With one slight little twist we can all go berserk. Finally my brethren, I think I’ll finish with this. Good words are a blessing, sometimes silence is bliss!
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