I had a thought earlier today
Was it important?
Who can say?
It flew to
Xanadu
Or Timbuktu
Or maybe
To you know who
'He who shall not be named'
It zipped
Out of my head
Possibly plucked
Instead
I've thumbed
Through my files
Of imagined notions
Even my memorized
Potions
But no
Nada
Zip
The thought
That I thought
Is nowhere
Where it ought
So I'll sit
For a while
In my vagabond style
And hope that
My thought
Will come back
As I've labored
And wrought
Right here
In my pen
To bring me
A smile again
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