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A drip, a dropTo never stopAnd never know its end.
A drip, a dropOn my foreheadMy mind adrift I trend.
If I was oldAnd not so fitMy life, it soon would fail
But being not soSo on it goesDrip, drop on down the trail.
posted by Brion Carroll | 8:05 PM | 3 comments