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I think –
the thought swirls in my mind –
it cavorts, stretches, extends its arms
into an argument.
It embeds itself in my brain – a vanity –
Silently a door opens
and the thought strides out –
wants to pirouette –
grandly –
in all its glory –
dressed in vanity –
all the world’s a stage!
There’s an argument over it –
is it bright eyed?
does it sing?
will it soar to the sun?
is it original… yours…mine…?
…and the thought just died.
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