Occasionally a poem pops out of my head during journal writing. Usually late at night, when my guard is down. Here is last night's:
Can't do enough in a day,
Ain't got no time for play,
Already forgot what I was going to say,
That's what it's like to be me today.
I'm sure there are some days when you can relate.
Edited to add: Mahaha! My brother has made this into a song. Accompanied on the banjolele he got last week! It is awesome!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL0RHEwqiYI
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5 days ago
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I couldn't hear Ransom. I could hear the banjukele, or whatever it's called, but not his voice.
Don't worry. This isn't the recording he's going to use for his album. It's just a little take he did special for me.
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