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My Mind Is Separate From My LIfe

I Don't See Twenty-Twenty

I see farther and deeper under the skin

Like a fresh buttered ear of corn

I crave and want

Can't wait for another bite

Delicious and mouth-watering

Teasing and pleasing

My taste buds on an all-time high

When finished there is nothing left

I roll the bare ear on the leftover butter, salt, and pepper

Only to suck away at the chewed empty cob

Like a juicy lollypop with tons of flavor

That was the best tasting corn of the year

Even though I have loved so many different ears of corn

As I move on with my day

Each good thought begins to fade

I hope I can add to my joy

Finding new thoughts that make me happy

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