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As the mind rummages around…like it’s for sale.

Scatters of orphans thoughts…crying out, forget…junk mail.

Grasping at straws that no longer set themselves on display.

A kitten on attack with June Bugs as their prey.

Running, skipping, jumping…the mind is a terrible thing to waste.

A morning’s chanted meditation, same old same old, not in it’s typical place.

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Sometimes, I chuckle to myself, as I watch the world unwind.

Back to the kitten who seems to take chaos in stride.

These are neither old or young ways…

So, ask me again, time, date or day?

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