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Where is your mind
Most of the day?
If you're like the most of us
You cannot truly say
For your mind has
A mind of it's own
And oft goes off
On it's own merry way
Your body goes on autopilot
While your mind darts madly astray
It can be likened to a busy butterfly
That alights …then flits away
It keeps the body on a steady course
While nimbly venturing hither and yon
And your body (for the most part)
Never even knows
…That your mind is often gone…
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