circular rambleA Poem by M.a. BenjaminTo pay no mind To a mind at all But oh what a terrible waste To bite one's tongue Drowned in a swallowed breath To some be a wonderful taste To press an insistence Or perhaps in assistance Both be done in great haste To pay for this all And find After all The conundrum that's come to be faced © 2010 M.a. BenjaminReviews
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