Poem - Busy Brains
Busy brains
Are like when it rains
Your head must clean
It’s muddy stains
For when we stop
To think a lot
And forget to breathe
We start to seethe
With unclean thought
Not what we’ve been taught
So slow down that noggin
And quit yer sloggin’
The answers are there
Under that lovely hair
Don’t just stare
It’s only fair
To breathe
And in so doing
Your head will lose
It’s muddy stains
And then you’ll remember
why it rains
(Nick L 1/15/07)
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