A plethora of thoughts
Rushed into my brain
But, I did not know
From wince they came
They crammed each crevasse
Of my mind
But they were not
Of a specific kind
My head was filled
With joy and glory
Like I was freed
Of all my worry
They were of such
Unique, rarity
The world should know
Their simple clarity
But, I knew not
What I should have done
For as I thought
They were gone
A fleeting whiff
Of pure, intelligence
I've never had
Before or since
SEE IT WASN'T ABOUT FLATULENCE
BOEMS BY JA 141
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A plethora of thoughts rushed into my brain was really very amazing. Intelligence of feelings is very well expressed. Brilliant sharing is done here...10