Earlier, niggling my brain during my morning work,
an idea sprung whole cloth
clattering across my desk.
Yet the busyness and whoosh of time
distracted me and I did not
as a good little poet
write it down.
Now that idea is misplaced
like my keys, or forgetting the dog is out.
I don't even have a dog.
What was I saying?
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Now would you get him out of my rose garden, please.