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Writhing Motion

Place your hand on your head As if it were a winter cap Spread your fingers But don't take a nap Wiggle your fingers In a writhing movement Now that old brain sucker Is set in motion You know what that Brain sucker is doing He's sucking your brain But it is an illusion In actuality his belly Is quiet empty Soon he'll starve For there isn't any He only sucked a mirage

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Doris Culverhouse

Date: 4/18/2010 11:50:00 AM

ha ha ha!! very funny!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/18/2010 3:16:00 AM

hahaha. this is indeed light poetry and very fun. Gosh it is after 4. I hope when hubby gets in from driving all night that he wont' want to talk or something when i am just barely in REM sleep. hahaha. LUv, andrea

Lynette Chachere

Date: 4/17/2010 1:00:00 PM

lol. i just love your imagination, Sara. i see why that brain sucker would want your brain. it wants to be like you and your poetry, but too bad.this sucker is only an illusion. i really do love this poem from you.i think i will add you as a fav poet&poem now,this poem just said it, theres just something so strange about it, and i love strange.excites the world. -Always&Forever Lynette

Lewis Peat

Date: 4/17/2010 10:18:00 AM

nice poetry my friend