Thoughts come and go
In an endless row.
You couild stack them
A mile high and never know.
Where did they come from
And where do they go?
An endless question,
The answer I'll never know.
Sure many you can answer.
And many you can beat the bush with.
Don't let them get the best of you,
As tomorrow they never quit.
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Love ya!
Jane