In the cool of the day
an Idea struck my head where I lay
I sat up and ponder of it
What an astonishing idea! I thought of it
Then I closed my eyes, overturned my sheet
and went back to sleep
Well along, my siesta ended. I awoke
but my Great Idea is gone like a drifting smoke
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