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Ben Goldin ConfusionIs it all just a big complex machine? I'm confused. I guess I gotta write a poem Well, hmm, wait, so umm... I'm confused. My pad and my paper, my blue gripped pen I stare blankly, as I casually write Ben. I'm confused. I gotta be witty, I gotta be clever As I embark, through my writing endeavor I'm confused. How do I end it, do I turn on a dime? Or do I pull off, that incredible rhyme. I'm confused. I think I got it, I think I'm done I finally wrote, line number one. I'm still confused. |
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