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Doctor O doctor. Can you treat me? This aweful mind refuses to greet me! I'v been having trouble controling my thoughts. Outbursts of creativity and crazy wandering thoughts. I have work to do and need to concentrate! But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate. The thoughts go here and the mind goes there, They do not seem to coincide anywhere. Doctor O doctor can you help me? Bring these thoughts into order, and let this mind be. It concentrates of war, it concentrates on pain. None of which have any prospect of gain. It concentrates on hate, and the ever growing weight, Of the population that refuses to wait. No tollerance or patience, No thoughts on moulding this nation. Just fights on rights, And pointing fingers with might! No one looks at their duties, Or the subtle beauties. Beauty of diversity, and the numerous entities. That form our great nation. All it need is unadulterated devotion. I have work to do and need to concentrate! But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate. The thoughts go here and the mind goes there, They do not seem to coincide anywhere. Doctor O doctor can you help me? Bring these thoughts into order, and let this mind be.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
Doctor O doctor
Doctor O doctor. Can you treat me? This aweful mind refuses to greet me! I'v been having trouble controling my thoughts. Outbursts of creativity and crazy wandering thoughts. I have work to do and need to concentrate! But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate. The thoughts go here and the mind goes there, They do not seem to coincide anywhere. Doctor O doctor can you help me? Bring these thoughts into order, and let this mind be. It concentrates of war, it concentrates on pain. None of which have any prospect of gain. It concentrates on hate, and the ever growing weight, Of the population that refuses to wait. No tollerance or patience, No thoughts on moulding this nation. Just fights on rights, And pointing fingers with might! No one looks at their duties, Or the subtle beauties. Beauty of diversity, and the numerous entities. That form our great nation. All it need is unadulterated devotion. I have work to do and need to concentrate! But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate. The thoughts go here and the mind goes there, They do not seem to coincide anywhere. Doctor O doctor can you help me? Bring these thoughts into order, and let this mind be.
kittu
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Indian
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
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