One wonders why
Horses can’t fly
Yet unicorns do
I know because
I’ve seen a few
The mind it seems
Stores thought in reams
And stores short notes
Of bounding goats
Chasing unicorns
Before it storms
And they melt away
Like children’s clay
What more can I say
My mind wanders
That way…
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