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Shakespeare's Orphans
We all have thoughts
They're in our heads
During the day or when
We take to our beds
But where do thoughts go
When we're brown bread?
Do they expire when we do
Or emigrate instead?
Do orphaned thoughts stray
Seeking a new home?
Is the air alive with ideas?
Does a corps of notions roam?
And is that where poetry begins?
Idling like taxis, do rhym...
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