Poem: Thinking

Well, I thought thinking was smart. Now I know the name beneath This swooning cocoon. Money is nice. Time is not. Less I command This eloquent spot. By evening drop Two days to naught. I will live less a drought. I know I am shallow. I know I am aware. How do I dare Ask for what I cannot bear? To a grizzly I am salmon To a monkey I am hair To an elephant I am gr...
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