Thoughts are elephants
That through trunks can smell the size, shape and temperature of a listener
Though their eyesight is so poor
Elephants swim and travel long distances.
Thoughts are elephants
With over forty thousand muscles in their trunks
Although they live up to seventy years in their bush habitats
Crying, dying, trying harder to laugh and inhabiting efficient long term memories.
Thoughts are elephants
With a slow pulse of twenty seven beats a minute
But outdo obstacles and through incisor tusks
Beat off critics and lie communicators.
Thoughts are elephants
Whose dung fertilizes soils and communication
Through sharp tongues, email, twitter
To interest and impress tourists.
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