There was something that I had planned to write,
A thought I thought while in the car today,
But mem'ries of that thought have taken flight
And though I search all of it's slipped away.
It was a lovely thought and I was pleased,
"There's wisdom there that I'll articulate..."
I thought but now my mind has gone and sneezed,
And though I try I know that it's too late.
I cannot for the life of me recall,
A single bit of what it might have been
That I had so much wished to show you all
Or what it was that I might then have seen.
It's something that will ever be amiss,
And all that's left is fourteen lines of this.
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