Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Malady of the Squint-eyed Kid


Whatever has come over me?
My thinking’s cloudy, I cannot see—

On second thoughts, no use to think,
No use to see

Whatever it is,
It must be me. 


4 comments:

  1. All I need are four or five more stanzas, a catchy refrain, someone to put it to music, and a short-sighted singer to sing it!

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  2. I'm singing it right now, though I cannot sing --

    Whatever it is, it must be a song. I think I see.

    (When Jonathan is here, musicality can never be far away.)

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  3. I hear you loud and clear, Tom--your voice carries over great distances.

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