The Point Being: I Wonder About Too Much
Under the table in the kitchen
lied a headless toy doll
Torn up by the kitten
who had lost his rubber ball
Sometimes I wonder
what memories that toy could recall
Sometimes I wonder
why I wonder at all.
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