A Song - Poem by David Harris
There are days when a song
will buzz around inside our head.
We will hear its tune everywhere we go.
We’ll sing it over and over
and no matter what we do
that song remains with us for days on end.
Then like magic
it will fade into the background
and something else
will take its place,
but while its there
it drives us wild
thinking of ways
to get rid of that song
whirling around inside our head.
3 April 2008
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