Or, what’s the point of this blog?
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It keeps getting hijacked
For different reasons
But always by me.
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It is a kind of semaphore
A primitive signaling system.
Smoke signals
That can be seen for miles
If anyone is looking.
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But before sending a message
One needs to know what one wants to say,
And to whom…..
Oops…. Never mind.
Have I cocked it all up?
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The fact is
I remain clueless,
Probably always will be.
Any appearance of intelligence
Is most likely sheer good fortune.
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Thanks for bearing with me,
I’m sure there’ll be a mouse poem along soon.
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the point of this blog:
So I could read it one unexpected night to get to know a perfect stranger inside out…
universe does not gives us what we want…it gives us only what we need.
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