Tickle 23.Nov.1999
Some time, maybe a year ago
A tickle happened passing through
Some mind that opened to ideas
So far away - dismissed and cleared
Dismissed, forgotten, made up for
With different goals that came ashore
Which posed a challenge, plan and difference
Didn't function, this admittance
Now, what's left, of one passed thought
Is washed away, a wave not caught
So tough sometimes to act according
To your values loud recording
Whatever seems to be so troubled
Could be worse and even doubled
However, always something there to grin
Just stuff your judgement down the bin
[Editors note: temporarily, only temporarily]
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