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ADHD, eh... the dia-gnostic snot, sniffs

Well, if my attention is all I own, and may

self generate, in return for

earning,

learning or reacting to mazing devices for

finding why I choose

 

if my will is surrendered to chemistry,

where is the code

hat keeps time

n chnce missing random keys in random lines?

 

WHY must I never forget how to ride a bike?

How can I ever forget U, U'

 

facing front from the first learned cross,

any color works, Mondriaan sub-'tility

be not decieved of the

more than 43 quintillion ways to scramble a Rubik's cube,

of all those,

there is only your definition for the right state to prove, if you wish

there is a perfect mix,

equally tricky,

 

beguiling, in fact, to watch a seven-year old on Adderall do this.

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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Dec 17, 2020
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20·129
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Glorying in seeing my grandson solve a three by three puzzle as his Daddy

silently -nearly, watches saying see, see, saying over and over see, ah shhh, seee -- neither are on Adderall... poetic licensee not biografee.

five minutes, by the cloud's clock.

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