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I wonder if I'm losing my mind. Who, in their right mind, would think:                      *Our world is losing gravity,                       And no one can escape...* I've a sensibility that sees the world:                       There's a smell of beach on you... Perhaps I'm too sensitive. Perhaps I'll end up sitting in a corner, Drooling verse:                        *Poets die, it's sad but true,                        And it matters not what their bodies do...* A million years ago I was one to jeer At the elderly, Laugh at jokes in poor taste, Avoid or ignor the extended empty coffee cup; I wasn't thinking:                         *Charity is never wasted,                          Even when refused;                          A simple act of selflessness                          Cannot be reduced.* What's to become of me? Is it infectious? What would happen if I sneezed at the world? A pandemic of sensitivity? Then where would we be! I just might be doomed, and left drooling.
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
Doomed and Left Drooling
I wonder if I'm losing my mind. Who, in their right mind, would think:                      *Our world is losing gravity,                       And no one can escape...* I've a sensibility that sees the world:                       There's a smell of beach on you... Perhaps I'm too sensitive. Perhaps I'll end up sitting in a corner, Drooling verse:                        *Poets die, it's sad but true,                        And it matters not what their bodies do...* A million years ago I was one to jeer At the elderly, Laugh at jokes in poor taste, Avoid or ignor the extended empty coffee cup; I wasn't thinking:                         *Charity is never wasted,                          Even when refused;                          A simple act of selflessness                          Cannot be reduced.* What's to become of me? Is it infectious? What would happen if I sneezed at the world? A pandemic of sensitivity? Then where would we be! I just might be doomed, and left drooling.
All italics are from previous bits.
francie-lynch
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
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