I’m trying now

To think about,

The thing I just forgot.

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Where did it go?

It was right here.

And now I am without.

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It’s hiding now.

From me, I guess.

It must have run away.

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I wish it would stay

Here with me.

I didn’t want to play.

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Is that it, there?

Behind the couch?!

I wish it would stay put.

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I quietly

Run up to it,

And touch it with my foot.

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Oh, my God!

It isn’t mine!

It angrily kicks back.

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“What the F,

you doin’ B?!”

It verbally attacks.

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I cower now,

Behind the desk.

“Leave me be and go away!

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I didn’t mean

to startle you.

Where is my thought? Which way?”

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Just then it reoccurs to me.

Oh, right.

That’s what it was!

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I think it now,

Inside my head.

“Man, that’s a good buzz!”