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Senility
she was searching for her senility
it was hiding in her s.u.v.
her cap was nowheres around
and her gloves could not be found.
she did not care misplacing them
but her mind was her closest friend.
now her mind tends to walk
and to herself she will talk.
how could i have lost the better part of me
now everyone will see
that my mind plays tricks on me.
just like the commercial says:
'the mind is a terrible thing to waste'.
it is floating somewhere in space.
poem
by
Louis Rams
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