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A Poem
Can’t think of a theme, My thoughts are dead,
My brain curled up and went to bed.
To wake up the matter within my head,
I started to sing a tune instead.
Love me Tender started tickling my brain,
Then rock was bopping a sweet refrain.
Wheels are turning starting to move,
Yes, by bum brain’s starting to groove.
Here is some country creeping into the song,
And a little samba with a drum going bong.
A Beautiful Rhapsody on a a old violin,
And then some jazz putting up a din.
We’re on a roll and starting to bop,
The theme will come I’ve not forgot.
Hold it folks my minds all a blur,
The theme finally came A headache for sure!.
Linda LaRae Adsitt
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