They came in their thousands
Taking me to the town's end
Some were quite vicious
Some a bit more judicious
Most were completely outrageous
Some virulent and contagious
I found myself at crossroads
Like i was doing a difficult cross word
Puzzled by the relentlessness
Causing me severe breathlessness
My head was pounding
Pressure mounting
What was i to do
With so many ideas all new
I went to bed
To rest my head
Too many ideas
Ideas
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