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Thinking

I just can't think.

Thinking never was a good point of mine,

Thinking takes time, and time is precious,

Thinking can drain the soul of life.

 

Scholars think, and hope to be quoted,

Foolish men who think they're wise,

And what about our heroes,

Lucky for us, and them,

That they did not have time to think.

 

Thinking causes all kinds of ailments,

Like rules, regulations, and penalties of such,

I tried to sit and think one day,

And a man said "get of my grass."

 

Presidents think, and so do their generals,

Perhaps they think "I'm bored, lets have a war,"

Perhaps they think too much,

And think they know what I'm thinking.

 

I'm not saying that thinking is bad,

1 just can't think,

Perhaps I like to sit and not think better than 1 like to

sit and think,

What do you think?

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May 27, 2013
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