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Poem: I Just Sit Here Thinking

By: G David Schwartz

thinking man
I just sit here thinking
Why are there so many bees
and why is there snow
And where are my keys
I do sit here and think
It is difficult to blink
Or break glasses when you clink
And where did I put my keys
I stand up and wonder
Why there is now thunder
And was it my blunder
That I cant find my keys
I know where the car is
I know the microwave
I also know where my shoes are
(On my feet today)
But I don’t know
Think and think as I do
I think I’ll dive to your house
And I will here ask you
Oh, silly me
I cant drive without the key
But where are they where
Will someone please tell me.


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