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Like monkeys in the rain

Sometimes 

There is 
A line
And you don't 
Know what it
Means 
Whilst at 
The same time
Understanding it
Perfectly 
And it is 
Lines like these
That we
Should puzzle over
Unpick
Turn around
Dissect
Chew upon
And rebuild
It is lines
Like these
Which are 
Carousels
In our brains
Helter-skelters 
In our minds
This is the oil
To the rusty 
Clockwork
In that dusty 
Space 
That sometimes 
We choose 
To ignore 
Avoid
Forget 
To spring clean
As though nothing else 
Matters 
Like
Monkeys in 
The rain

◄ castles that bounce

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