So sitting thinking wondering while wishing things while violin strings sing nestled in ear naught’s clear can’t commit can’t quit so sitting thinking wondering why sigh lie or tie self saying something sometime could cause calamity bring questioning sanity so music swells while mind’s in dells dithering thoughts withering without expression ruined through digression muddled befuddled fumbled tumbled topsy-turvy rhyming’s worthy tick-tock cellos stop soon to leave then to grave and grieve.

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