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Jun 19
My brain is fried cakes
it stares in confusion
as it knew what this meant
a moment ago

and then I wrote it
and it was lost
and having abandoned
the entire effort

fingers confused and
unknowing as to
which keys
should be pressed

have pressed these
as if there is another
in here too *******
i wrote this not you

not again anyway
at this perplexity
of leaving off
and beginning

as if a batter
rose in heat
and solidified
a triple treat
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
60
   J J and G Alan Johnson
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