My thoughts come and they go, before I write them down.
So I get caught in an idea and forget what it was about.
And I try to put it here...
And it's too late now, I wanted to make it rhyme. I got so caught up that I forgot again. How nice.
Goodbye for now!
Aren't I just quirky!
(I'll be this way forever unless I die before I'm 30.)
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