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Aftereffects
This morning I sat down to write
But nothing seemed to come.
No meta, fact, or bitchy rant,
No fiction or pretentious cant,
Just doggerel without a bite.
It makes me feel quite dumb.
The reason is my brain's awash
With headache cure I took last night
Which leaves no room for brilliant thoughts
Or snarky lines or cunning plots.
Just stupid rhymes that I can't quash
And sensitivity to light.

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I happened to come by this way.
I saw your rhyme
was a great time,
so thought that I might play.
HEY!
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*wanders off singing... "You're the top, you're a supernova... you're the vial full of Scully's ova..."*
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have a nice day
qwerty
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And I love that icon. :)
clever Hal!
Re: clever Hal!